Lisa ran her forefinger along the seam of her duffel bag, its microfield sealing up behind as if she had touched it with a magic wand.

丽莎食指在包开口上缓缓划过。微场封条仿佛在魔棒指挥下随着手指上下滑动。她费力提起了背包，嘴里轻轻哼了一声。