"I needed a knife," Felwinter explained simply, perhaps to reassure Tony that no such 'hanging-out' was involved. "It appears that I have forgotten to receive it." He looked down at his hands, one empty and the other with the painted bit of stone. His fingers closed around it.

"He is there," he nodded almost dismissively, not bothering to look back. "I assume he has no more or less bullets than usual. Perhaps less if he was shooting plants."