"I could tuck me tail in under somethin'," Annah grumbles. She might even have pouted a moment but that quickly transforms back into her usual sneer. Then an amusing thought strikes her and she smiles. "'Course if they're tha' Clueless, could be a laugh to see the conies flail about."

As to the method of procedure. "I'm interested, but I'd rather do one at a time." She sighs, realizing reluctantly this is no time for bravado. "I ain't been to this world before, I don't know the turf save fer what yeh show me. I'd rather get one layout firmly drawn in me head afore I hafta tackle the next. I don't know what yer timetable is, but if we're teleportin' back to a safepoint between rides, I reckon we can check the rig fer the next target then." She shifts weight from one hip to the other.

"On th'other hand, if there's somethin' in yer brain-box yeh feel the burnin' urge to shed now, then spill it."