[ She holds up her hand, twirling the handle of the retracted blade between her deft fingers as she continues to face away from Star-Lord with a thoughtful hum. ]
You'd deprive a woman of her guns?
[ Beggars can't be choosers, though, and she needs him to be sure that she's not going to turn on him because, honestly, she's going to need him to pull this off. She knows that much, so in spite of the initial sass, she unholsters the pistol at her hip and sets it down on the floor, followed soon by the submachine gun holstered behind her. ]
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You'd deprive a woman of her guns?
[ Beggars can't be choosers, though, and she needs him to be sure that she's not going to turn on him because, honestly, she's going to need him to pull this off. She knows that much, so in spite of the initial sass, she unholsters the pistol at her hip and sets it down on the floor, followed soon by the submachine gun holstered behind her. ]
Very well, then.