[L takes the shot glass, weighing it in his hand as though judging before a throw.

If that's how it looks, there's a pretty good reason for it. He rolls his over-large eyes and groans, exasperated, when Bruno refuses to hand over a small living thing who trusts and relies on him.]

It would probably survive, but fine. Fine, keep the rat, this can be improvised. How comfortable are you, generally, around large quantities of broken glass? How fast can you move when it's all over the floor, I mean.