"Are you a<span style="font-style: italic">ninja</span>or something?" Dane asked, looking up at Cecil from within his pocket with an incredulous expression. "Otherwise you'll never sneak in. There's security everywhere and I don't think I need to remind you it's the building with both the shrinking machine and the new-fangled shrinking<span style="font-style: italic">guns</span>, I do not think getting caught will end well for you."