Michelle chuckled at the Munchkins who eyed Soldier Boy like he was insane. Which, to be honest, he might well be. He'd barely listened to the witch's threats, either because he was supremely confident or because he was too busy mentally undressing her. Though he'd decided he wasn't interested, the idea that he could even think such a thing was horrifying to the Munchkins.
"My bra?" Michelle asked, incredulous. "Why would I keep a gun in my bra? There's no room for it there."
She lifted the hem of her blouse, revealing the IWB holster below her navel as she settled the handgun back into place. "This is my holster, this is my bra," she recited, gesturing at each one. "This one's for fighting, this one's for fun." It didn't rhyme like the Marine Corps' little ditty, but Michelle thought it got her point across.
Okay, now a few of the Munchkins were giving her odd looks.