[ He smiles thinly. The gun doesn't move. Inwardly he curses, and curses vilely. No, a stun won't kill her, but they hurt like a bitch. And the poor girl looks so worn down - flu, no doubt - she could do without another damned round of headache and vomiting. ]

Well, I'm so big and heavy. All that good feeding lately. I don't think your little bird arms could handle it. So why don't you give up that mad notion?