She set down the case, then drew the gunblades' holster out of it -- a simple shoulder-crossing strap with odd slots in an X shape on the back of it. She picked up her gunblades, then swung them both in an arc so that their backs slid into the slots -- and were caught by its magnetic grip.

"Yes, sir," she said as she fell into step, resisting with great effort an urge to add a number of other things that he hadn't asked about or indicated he wanted to hear about.