[Pressing her lips together in thought as she comes up with some sort of strategy, Daisy looks from Kovacs to the group.]

I can break his hand from here.

[Maybe it should be alarming how she says that with such ease, but it's true, and clearly not the first time she's done something like it.]

But then we've got to worry about the weapon. Either someone else tries to pick it up, or who knows what happens if I try to tear it apart.