She glanced at the circular saw, and it started up with that high-pitched whine.
Then it stopped.
Ooh, what’s up?
Regent to the rescue?
Or just Bonesaw changing her mind about how to do this?
“Clogged up with teensy-weensy bits of silk and whatever that armor’s made of, too slow. But don’t worry!
Oh, okay.
I have a bigger saw somewhere else. I was using it for one of the other surgeries I did earlier.
Well, that sounds nice and sterile.
Let me see if I can find it.” She stood, then stepped out of my field of vision. My bugs couldn’t feel her, but I could tell that she was carrying one of the steaming, smoking vials with her, as bugs died on the other side of the room, then the hallway, then a nearby room.
Ahh, yeah, makes sense. That would be a good reason for having more than one vial in the first place.
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