The small wash of relief at hearing Hansel's voice dissolved the annoyance at what he'd said with it in the same beat. Finally breathing, the filed iron tip at the end of the bow lowered toward the floor. "It's a conservative estimate." She'd save yet another full 'conversation' about size-obsession and penis-envy for another time.
"That thing..." Gretel nodded at the device on the floor, which had gone dark almost as soon as it'd been thrown across the room. "It ...I don't know, activated when I touched it. I swear it moved."