Kika nodded to Alice, then held out his hand out as if asking for a dance. Alice took it with her left. She was right-handed, and had enough clearance to get a good one to his chin. Whether or not he had a glass jaw was out of her control. Kika took a silver beetle from his belt and placed it on her palm. It shook itself and she felt a faint tickling as it scuttled along her wrist and onto her jacket.