Parade

We're back in Letitia's shop as she enthusiastically makes a rifle for me. I'm here watching her and praying that it won't explode in my face when I test it. She disassembled my handgun as well as the hilt of Nisha's sword. This is called, if I remember, "reverse engineering". She's figuring out how they work by disassembling them.

"Can you assemble them back?" I ask, worrying.

"I will do that later. And don't worry. I remember how to reassemble them. I even sketched the parts."

"You better do it well or you're gonna be the reason for our deaths."

"That'll never happen!" she smiles as she's filing a metal piece for the rifle.

Uh. . . I feel even more worried. That look on her face tells me that she's getting carried away.

"Don't get carried away," I warn her calmly. "make it as safe as possible."

"Safe?" she laughs. "It's supposed to be dangerous. How can you defeat an enemy with a safe weapon?"