"F-five<em>million</em>?" she asks, blinking with near incomprehension. "I... I can't even... what? And you have how many of these? And they just... destroy themselves, if the wrong person handles them?!" She summons a chair beneath her, just barely a few seconds before she drops into it, in shock. "And you talk about all of this... so casually. I can't, I don't... understand. I... I know you're a master craftsman, but... I could never accomplish one<em>piece</em>of this, in my entire lifetime. And you talk about it, as if it were... were nothing!"