Banter!
“Don’t rub it in, Tom,” Dory snarled as she looked through her desk and drawers. “Where the hell is everything? No knives, no saps, no morningstar…”
“Morningstar? Really?” I said as I patted down Fake Doc for incriminating papers and other things that weren’t there. “Why would you want one of those?”
“To intimidate muggers. Obviously.”
“You know how to use one?”
“No, Tom. That’s why it’s intimidating. And not here. Dammit, somebody’s trying to assassinate me.”
I was now going through Fake Doc’s bag, looking for whatever clues I could look at on the way. “If it makes you feel any better, Dory, they’re probably trying to get us both.”
“True,” Dory said, brightening a little. “At least it means that it’s nobody at court. I’d hate to think I had offended anybody that badly and not even noticed.”