Bea already couldn't imagine how sore she was going to be tomorrow. And it was already going to get worse. One really can't see anything under the ruined table, but she knows where her cousin-once-removed is anyway, and the first thing she does is pull the taser out of her gear, reach out to where she knows his skin and no one else's to be, and give him another good shock.
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