Just as you look at the flowers, a gust of wind raises them from the roof, picking them…

Just as you look at the flowers, a gust of wind raises them from the roof, picking them up in the air...

Move your hand, fast!

You catch a single white flower between your fingers. The rest fly off into the wind. It's a may bell!

The lieutenant gives you an acknowledging little nod.

Don't snap finger pistols at all.

Probably for the best -- your 9mm semiautomatic finger pistols are not a toy to be waved around.

Snap your finger pistols at the young woman.

Your 9mm semiautomatic finger pistols make two satisfying snaps. (Strange for such a small calibre of finger pistol to sound so chunky.) The flower in your hand is impressed. So is she.

That's not actually true -- she's looking toward the yard and doesn't notice them. Which is probably for the best, because didn't someone mention she's a rape victim?

Snap your finger pistols at him.

Your 9mm semiautomatic finger pistols produce a satisfying snap. (Strange for such a low calibre finger-gun to sound so chunky.) The flower in your hand is impressed. So is Kim.

That's not entirely true, the lieutenant is looking at the door to the east and mostly misses them.

The young woman looks at the may bell in your hand -- just a glance -- then takes a drag of her cigarette.

...the wind brushes them off the roof. They're gone.

[Discard chance.]