Telrim shows her how to trigger the bombs before throwing them, and watches with interest as several of them vanish. One of these days, she has to obtain a host with that kind of skill. If only for a while.

"I can certainly demand their attention," she replies to the question. From the pouch she draws out the object that's obviously taking up most space. It's roughly recognisable as a gun, but the proportions are off: it's snub-nosed and slick in its dark metal casing. Telrim shifts its weight into her arms with the ease of long familiarity.

"This is a ranged energy weapon with, as I said, the option to either stun or kill." It hums very faintly as she activates it, the sound varying with her movements as she runs a habitual check. It can do much more than kill, after all. "Luckily for us both, I'm not a bad shot."