[Rosalind does not truly laugh. But she comes perhaps as close as Elizabeth has ever heard her, a scoffing little tch escaping just before her words.]

If I meant to speak of one thing, I would have saved both of our time and done so. Parable is the vehicle of broader ideas.

[She finishes twisting the last lock and pinning it into place, and steps back, looking over her work with an appraising eye.]

Finished.