Oh, no, Steve, no. These are your new armaments; your troops just need some time to retrain.
*He aspires to the army, so she suspects the military metaphor will be clear. While Steve and Verity work out the tea situation, she's unpacking other things: from the case that she had Verity plug in, a small box covered with vents that hums softly and creates a fresh-smelling (and sterilized) breeze, some lights that look a little bit like stunted lightsabers, some kind of filter, and a screwdriver. These last two she takes to whatever air conditioning vent the hotel has, unscrewing the cover plate and mounting the filter behind it before putting it back up.*
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*He aspires to the army, so she suspects the military metaphor will be clear. While Steve and Verity work out the tea situation, she's unpacking other things: from the case that she had Verity plug in, a small box covered with vents that hums softly and creates a fresh-smelling (and sterilized) breeze, some lights that look a little bit like stunted lightsabers, some kind of filter, and a screwdriver. These last two she takes to whatever air conditioning vent the hotel has, unscrewing the cover plate and mounting the filter behind it before putting it back up.*