That. That was it. She rolled her own eyes and waved her hand in a 'yup, you got it, happy now?' way, annoyed that he'd guessed it first. "I might run out of bullets eventually, but I don't intend on shooting my gun unless I'm being totally robbed or raped. I don't really think I'm going to have time to make a Molotov cocktail and whip it at a guy with his hands down my pants." She paused briefly, only to run her hand through her hair before bringing it down with a finger pointing in his face. "You just make sure you call me Laney."