…I could use a gun.
Eliza handed her own weapon over.
Would you like privacy, sir?
Her hands went to her sides, clasped shut.
Yes, thank you.
Standing up, she saluted.
I’ll see you in six hours, sir. Anything you wish for me to set up in your absence?
No, thank you.
With a click of her heels, she left the room, hands as fists.