[She has one too, obviously-- she's not thumbing her nose at Miles Vorkosigan from dimensions away, wandering into a cave and pretending nothing bad could possibly happen-- but she's not about to pull it on him when she'd get one right in the forehead before she could reach. So Elizabeth just raises her hands, still holding her pencil and sketchbook to indicate she's not armed. She might look a little confused as to why he hasn't put it away yet, as though he's expecting her to assault him with graphite.]
Not exactly. I didn't know talking to myself was an offense that would get me fired on. [She indicates the gun with her eyes and an arched eyebrow.]
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[She has one too, obviously-- she's not thumbing her nose at Miles Vorkosigan from dimensions away, wandering into a cave and pretending nothing bad could possibly happen-- but she's not about to pull it on him when she'd get one right in the forehead before she could reach. So Elizabeth just raises her hands, still holding her pencil and sketchbook to indicate she's not armed. She might look a little confused as to why he hasn't put it away yet, as though he's expecting her to assault him with graphite.]
Not exactly. I didn't know talking to myself was an offense that would get me fired on. [She indicates the gun with her eyes and an arched eyebrow.]