[Mara nods, curt. It's what she'd do as well. She throws the orb into the air, and in a moment, produces something from her pocket, a silver tube. In the blind of an eye, a blue blade emerges, and she cuts the spy equipment in half. Both pieces fall into her palm, and the blue blade is gone, retracted into a small metal tube that she quickly stows in her pocket.]
[She reaches forward and puts it in his shirt (jacket? What's he wearing, uh) pocket.]
(We should still sweep the room for information. There might be something worth finding.)
no subject
[She reaches forward and puts it in his shirt (jacket? What's he wearing, uh) pocket.]
( We should still sweep the room for information. There might be something worth finding. )