“Do whatever you feel is necessary, Sprite,” Clara said, still going through information boxes, hands moving back and forth.

How could she be so flippant? Clara knew as well as anyone how dangerous pulling a dagger could be. There could be snipes, there could be stalks, there could malicious snares, there could be just about anything out there waiting for her. And even if there wasn’t, the chances of daggering and just getting caught in the general upstream, downstream current were high. Sprite knew people who were still in comas after an unsuccessful dagger.

And Clara makes her casual comments.