"I'm familiar with the technology to some extent, but I have only ever seen them as part of larger security systems," Eula says, with a slight shake of their head. "One that an individual could carry would be quite a novelty."

Which is a long winded way of saying no. Perhaps they should float the idea the next time they're home - surely there's some use for such a device, for a certain someone who tends to run around digging into ruins if nothing else.

Instead, Eula looks down at the dolls Malos is still holding - squeezing to death, really - and says quietly, "I'm no master, but I've a steady enough hand with a needle, if you need it." The stuffing coming out of Pyra's legs is beginning to get a bit and-then-the-five-year-old-squeezed-the-toothpaste-tube.