( the look rick receives for his troubles is more droll than anything else. he correctly assesses her total indifference to being liked, but in spite of rarely knowing exactly what the fuck you're supposed to do with them, she is inclined to tolerate children a bit more than their taller, mouthier counterparts. and her death ray is the bomb, thanks. at carl's inquiry, she produces a pearl-inlaid wooden box from somewhere behind her desk and sets it down, presses her thumb into the mechanism to unlock.
when she takes her hand away to open it, there are tiny pinpricks of blood where she'd pressed in. )
It's multipurpose.
( but even if it's been designed to look like an antique, pearl-inlaid to match the box and beautifully crafted to mimic firearms of an earlier generation, you can't really get away from the fact that yes, dr gallo has a purpose-built custom ray gun. )
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when she takes her hand away to open it, there are tiny pinpricks of blood where she'd pressed in. )
It's multipurpose.
( but even if it's been designed to look like an antique, pearl-inlaid to match the box and beautifully crafted to mimic firearms of an earlier generation, you can't really get away from the fact that yes, dr gallo has a purpose-built custom ray gun. )