Then perhaps your music should have remained with him.

[She unslings the satchel from her shoulder, holds it out more like someone's severed head than a rather innocuous object. The day she manages even a simple gesture without some implicit threat of violence lurking just beyond it is the day she swears off going about armed.]

The rebel leaders I have known pretended philosophy in their spare time. I did not care for it. [And then an abrupt change in topic,] The tea is styled after my homeland. Bitter.