<blockquote>"Are you sure Szilveszter was the best choice for Alan Grant?" Dávid whispered, less quietly than he thought he was. Szilveszter had been mumbling to Kata in corners about commercial trash that substituted pyrotechnics for dramatic scope ever since Kero had convinced him to take the lead. He was currently eyeing the khakis the wardrobe mistress held out with extreme distrust. They looked at least two sizes too small, and had the definite sheen of leather.</blockquote>
