[ Much innocence, very beautiful. ]

You're scared of her. [ Scared, cautious-- whatever you like. ] Whatever she does she knows you're going to be wary of her--that's the kind of games she plays. Haven't you noticed that by now?

[ And while they're mind chatting, a faint black smoky tendril will slip down the side of the desk and crawl over to the gun-thrower, nudging it over to Alvin.

There you go. There's the toy you wanted. ]