"Hm," China said, and nothing more, turning over the idea thoughtfully. Size did present an issue, but whether the turtle lived or not was something that merited ascertaining. Preferably before it hit something.

In a moment she raised her eyebrows at him, skeptical, and if his surprise bemused her a little, she had enough of her equilibrium back not to show it. "A scalpel," she repeated. "A small, precise blade, sharp enough to cut into bone with little to no resistance. As it is, I'll have to alter whatever you find; I doubt anything here will have the quality I want. In addition, a good lens, and I would prefer to have ink as well, but can ultimately do without." It was Skulduggery, after all.