Holly sounded a quick burst on the klaxon for attention. “Excuse
me, gentlemen. All this arguing is consuming oxygen, so could we all
please be quiet?”
“Is that a command, beloved?”
“Yes,” whispered Holly ominously. “It is.”
“Very well. Then quiet it shall be. I would rather cut out my own
tongue than utter one more word. I would sooner behead myself with a
butter knife than speak a single—”
Holly gave in to a baser instinct and jabbed Orion in the solar
plexus.
That was wrong, she thought as the boy drooped in his harness,
gasping for breath. I am going to feel guilty about that later.

- The Atlantis Complex, Chapter 7