[Faris has been here long enough to become familiar with handheld firearms, but he'd be lying if he said that being able to keep a tiny cannon on your belt didn't still impress him. He watches the bullet--hard though that is given its speed--but then it becomes easier. There's just a hint in the trail in the paintstrokes of the sky.]

I don't particularly like that. [...] If the bullet's become part of the painting, imagine what's going to happen to us if we spend too long a time figuring this out.