The sudden vibtration in her pants pocket at such a deep, spiritual moment (the only kind she'd ever known) nearly startled Zoe into dropping one of the wrist guns. She clutched them both tightly to her chest for a moment before self-disgust set in and she dug the offending item out.
"What?" she hissed.
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