Jamie's not the only one who is looking decidedly nervous about Billy's continuing decline. She bites her bottom lip, then nods. "No, won't be long."

She eyes the barrel that Jamie's working on, getting the diameter and checking the needs and calculations in her own head. The cartridge takes shape in her hands, basing the design on tranq darts. Instead of a needle at the front, though, there are barbs to hold it against the skin and a hypospray design to inject the suppressant. At the end of the day, it would do the job without enraging the Tyrant more. The first one was set aside and she grabbed up another piece of scrap to work on a second cartridge.