[She agrees with him internally. A bomb is unlikely. But she'll avoid agreeing with him unless she has to. It just makes things easier. So instead, she follows his gaze to the object in the far distance glinting in the alien suns.
With a frown, she puts the binoculars up to her eyes once more.]
It's metal. Pointy. And full of ridges, I think. A bit like the front of a nail or... [It hits her.] A drill.
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With a frown, she puts the binoculars up to her eyes once more.]
It's metal. Pointy. And full of ridges, I think. A bit like the front of a nail or... [It hits her.] A drill.