She shifted the thing again so she could bow in return. When she stood, her grin was something south of sane. She swung it off of her shoulder to rest it along an extended arm. "Death ray!" she said it proudly at first, then frowned a bit. "If I can get proper materials, I'd like to make the next one a bit smaller, of course. But I worked with what I had."

It should be smaller, easier to carry, easier to hide under her skirt. Oh well. It was an excuse to make another one at least, and one simply could not have enough Death Rays when someone came around to kidnap or kill them. Which, sadly, happened often in her life.