Drake straightened. "Wait," he said slowly. "I don't think I heard you, Aspel. Did you just say we need to dismantle the Marlboro?" There was no way he could have heard her correctly, but she was kneeling in front of the dead thing and fixing Drake with a stare that basically said that she thought Drake was a fool. At least, that's the way he interpreted it.
"No way am I touching that thing any more than I have to."