[ When she stands up straight again, there's the faint noise of scraping metal, blade-against-blade. There's now a sword-tip emerging from her abdomen, slowly sliding forward. It's as if they're inside of her, attempting to escape. ]
Well, they're hardly pins, are they?
[ And that's not at all an avoidance of a question, is it?
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Well, they're hardly pins, are they?
[ And that's not at all an avoidance of a question, is it?