Mark experiences Miles's retroactive amusement almost precisely in unison.

And Kiri giggles.

"What does that thing do?"

"It shoots unconsciousness bolts."

...Miles cracks up.

So does Mark.

"What? It does!"

"It's just a very weird way to say it."

"How would you explain nerve disruptors, I wonder."

"To explain to Aleko? Well, if they hit straight on it's more or less what I imagine would happen if I decided to directly kill someone by stopping their mind. If they don't..." She taps her chin. "Results in the general neighborhood of an intense stroke."

"Broadly accurate."

Miles is now wondering, but not actually asking aloud, what Kiri would say about plasma arcs and needlers and Private Danio's bloody archaic pistol.

Kiri glances at him but does not continue to translate information about weapons.

"Well, that's scary. I'm guessing the plasma arc is some kinda fire thing because Kiri was talking about it like she could get hit with one and be okay. Please no one try it, her dress was expensive and I was hoping to be done shopping for the season."

"I don't have a plasma arc, and I wouldn't fire one at somebody I liked even if they did have magical powers," says Miles. He is remembering Elli Quinn's face.

Mark does not have access to that memory, but he has been told about it in passing and he knows what Miles is remembering.

"Yeah, they're not toys. Even if we did have one it'd make more sense to fire it at a wall and see if you could - I don't know, do something to it."

"Have you changed your mind about fire tricks?"

"...Maybe."

"We still don't have plasma arcs. We live on a civilized planet, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Pause. "You can do fire tricks as long as they don't get near me."

"Well, this one's classic -" And now her hair is on fire.

Mark giggles.

Miles also giggles, more at Mark's charmingly warped sense of humour than directly at the spectacle of Kiri's hair.

Kiri puts her hair out. Her hair is all still there. She holds out her hand; a little flame dances in her palm. She tosses it into the air and it bounces like a ball and winks out before it gets close to anybody. "That sort of thing. I don't have a standard showing-off repertoire, really."