She seems almost startled by the idea. She had turned her thoughts to practical implications, but money for herself had not been included among those thoughts. With money, though, she might be able to get out of here, and make sure her father was comfortable.

"Oh, I don't know. I suppose. Mainly I was thinking about what it might mean to have weapons like these replace guns in police departments, for example. Why would you need a real weapon against another person, even if they are armed, if you can incapacitate them so easily?"

She shrugs, turning the napkin back around and smoothing a finger over one of the curling corners.

"Money would be nice, though. I'd buy myself a first-class ticket out of here." She smiles briefly at Marissa; it's not an unfamiliar topic of conversation for them.