"So the Flam girl quits ogling those guns on the shelf and stays put, or they'll amputate a leg. First Lady, you come up to the table and get Trigger unclamped."
Trigger realized her eyes had fallen shut again. She left them that way for a moment. There was motion near her, and the wrist clamps came off in turn. Lyad moved down to her feet.
"The fancy-looking gun is Trigger's?" Quillan inquired.
"Yes," said Lyad.
"Is that what happened to Pilli and the other gent out there?"
"Yes."
"Imagine!" said Quillan thoughtfully. "Uh—got something to seal up the clothes?"
"Yes," Lyad said. "Bring it here, Flam."
"Toss it, Flam!" cautioned Quillan. "Remember the leg."
Lyad's hands did things to the clothes at her back. Then they went away.