"Mark Twain. That's very good. Very poetical," she remarked dryly. And then when she realized what she said glanced over at Maria and gave her a sheepish look and a shrug to dismiss it. She was full of surprises, apparently, and not only was she strong and powerful but apparently educated and intelligent.
"Here's one for you," she returned. "Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes," she said while lining up her shot. She'd save the bullseyes for last and went for one of the triple twenties instead. She fired off in rapid succession, the darts scattered around the board.
All in all, she bagged a double twenty, a double eighteen and lonely fifteen, then went to retrieve her darts. "I need more alcohol for this."