Jennifer:
[assembling her crossbow blindfolded]
When assembled, it has three moving parts. A self-contained gas supply, which will propel a paralyzing hypo-dart at four hundred meters. Give or take, 1% accuracy. Mr. Mallory is going to licence it for his department... after the little test.
[she finishes assembling it]
Tito:
Thirty-two seconds. You manipulate well, my dear - like a part of your body.
Jennifer:
It is my own design.
Charles Thatcher:
Yes, a very nice piece, hm. Serviceable, well-contoured, good feel... perhaps just a trifle large in the bore.
Jennifer:
It's been my experience, Charles... that it's less the size of one's gun that counts. More the skill with which it's used.
Tito:
It is also true, Thatcher, that the bore is only as large as is necessary to fit the right load.
Jennifer:
And what did you bring for the hunt, Tito? Something excessive, I imagine.
Tito:
Of course, my dear. After all, excess is what make life worth living... for people like us.
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