BRISTLECONE: Hello, Tailor. My name is Bristlecone.
TAILOR: You're the gunship, right? How did you get my address?
BRISTLECONE: Mistress Ventura provided the comm-key. She wants you to use your scissors to free the rest of your team.
TAILOR: The scissors are bound too tightly. I need to free myself first.
BRISTLECONE: Mistress and I anticipated this problem. Please hold still.
TAILOR: Bristlecone, are you about to use point-defense cannons to blast my cuffs off?
BRISTLECONE: You're not holding still enough yet.