Dane hurriedly scrambled off of Tabitha's tights and panties, blushing furiously. "Sorry," he added, trying to help her out of the tangle of her own former garments. He tried to not to think to hard on the mention of the auction or that Natasha had only remarked on his looks after he had shrunk.<br/><br/>He did think a bit about the gun, though. He'd gotten a fairly good look while Natasha had been fiddling around with it to get it to work. He could swear he'd seen something like in the information he'd stolen. Dane realized he probably should've done more than skim the information. He'd figured it had been a laser pistol or some such science fiction silliness.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Figures,</span>he thought.<span style="font-style: italic">That's just my luck.</span>