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Crowley:

Crowley sighs, aggrieved. "Very well, I accept your condition. Although, you have no idea the battle I now face with my publisher for you to remain clothed." He wanders away, muttering.

Jan looks at the others in confusion.
“Why? What did I say? Surely his readers want to read about an intrepid and capable heroine- not some fainting damsel in a diaphanous negligee- I mean, where’s she going to store her ammunition for starters.”

Alex raises his eyebrows at Jan's question, 'I'm afraid that is outside of my area of expertise.'

"Maybe on a belt, with pouches on it," says Harry. "They can be strategically placed." He holds up a hand. "I'm kidding!"