"There's a recessed deactivation switch in its lower section. All I
have to do is get my hand on it."
"And all _it_ has to do," she retorted dubiously, "is get one of its
fifty-pound vises on _you_."
She seized his hand and, through two layers of rubberized material, he
sensed the unsteadiness of her grip. "Do be careful, Dave."
He was impressed. It wasn't often she allowed her more serious nature
to show through candidly.
She rose suddenly and turned to face a distant mountain range.