"I didn't even get started. I suppose I ought to try to do it again."
"If they think you're dead or dying, they won't be watching for you any more."
"That's right," Marc said. "Let's get out of here."
"Okay," Toffee said. "Just take your arms away from my waist so I can get up."
"Huh?" Marc said. "I don't have my arms around your waist."
"You haven't!" Toffee said. "Didn't you take the gadget from under my arm either?"
"Of course not."
"It's that sneaky George," Toffee snorted. "And when I think of how I was enjoying it...!" She turned in the darkness. "Let go of me before I lose my temper, George. So help me, you spurious spectre, I'll twist your head off when I get ahold of you."
There was no answer but apparently the threat had taken hold; there were sounds of Toffee getting to her feet.
"That'll hold him," she said. "Look outside and see how things are. I want that gadget back."