"You sound as if you are saying goodbye?" I said. And although I did not say it aloud, I also thought that once gain she did not sound like a person who was experienced in living outside the law. Then I saw her reach a forefinger to tap a slender black band she wore on her opposite wrist.
	I had a flash of suspicion. I realized that Majho had touched each one of us in the past few minutes. Did she put something on us? I had less than an instant to react. My hand went to my shoulder. My fingers just brushed something small and round, adhered to the fabric of my shirt. What had she stuck on me? I gripped it and pulled, trying to rip away whatever she had placed on me.
	"I am," she said. "And I want you to know that I am truly sorry for this."
	Mahjo Reeloo's finger depressed the wristband.
	I felt a shock like a hundred lightning bolts coursing through my body. I was aware that Han Solo and Chewbacca were also doing the electricity dance beside me.
	We dropped to the floor, every muscle in our bodies convulsing.

-Chapter 6, Page 119-120