[Jail's hands move nimbly, darting from one pocket to another to pull out little components, twisting them together and dropping the results in a pouch hanging on her belt. She doesn't even seem to need to look at them while she works, head up and gaze alert as she moves forward with the group.]
[Bomb-making while in motion and not looking at the devices in question might not be a very smart idea, but most people aren't Seers. Maybe that tinge of extrasensory perception gives her a bit of an edge there.]
[Or maybe it's just years of practice.]
Last call for grenades. Anyone who wants a couple, speak up now.
[Her voice is clear but quiet, intentionally avoiding too much extra noise. She's not sure if Vanessa can here them from the other room- frankly, she's amazed that someone in such a dark, twisted haze is aware of the outside world at all- but she'd rather not take the risk.]
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[Bomb-making while in motion and not looking at the devices in question might not be a very smart idea, but most people aren't Seers. Maybe that tinge of extrasensory perception gives her a bit of an edge there.]
[Or maybe it's just years of practice.]
Last call for grenades. Anyone who wants a couple, speak up now.
[Her voice is clear but quiet, intentionally avoiding too much extra noise. She's not sure if Vanessa can here them from the other room- frankly, she's amazed that someone in such a dark, twisted haze is aware of the outside world at all- but she'd rather not take the risk.]