"I'm sure I can persuade him. You're just going to shoot, that's just arm stuff. If you get a little recoil soreness, you're not going to break Robbie. He'll still be a snarky little embryo." Soren reached into his pocket to find something, a bit of string he usually carried with him in case he got bored. He liked doing cat's cradle, and he twined the string between his fingers, holding them out to Princess. "It keeps my fingers limber."