It sounded all well and good, looking for things no one wanted—because one man’s trash is another’s treasure, right? And Stone nodded at this, understanding, until something clicked.
There was a pause, and she got a funny look on her face, and she wondered if she had heard him correctly. “…Wait, you’re going through the garbage?” She nearly fumbled the metal globe, but managed to catch it in her fingertips, and through the grace of Faram—because surely it wasn’t her skill that did it—the dark-haired pale girl curled her hand around it. Hell if she knew what a ‘dispersal sedative’ was, or even how that was spelled, but…
“I think I can handle this. It makes sticky goop shoot all over an EKP’s shoes, right? Sounds like it’s right up my alley,” and Stone couldn’t help but suppress a sly grin.