His professional attitude broke for a moment as he gave her a small smile. "There's a few of us mannerly hitters around," he replied before he turned back to the room and it was back to business.
He looked over the weapons available before heading straight towards a metal wrack with several cases stacked on the shelves. Turning the tags, he searched through until finding the one he was looking for, pulling it down off the shelf and sliding it on the table, undoing the locks.
"Rifle I was talking about earlier. Best available in 2006," he told her in a low voice. He gave Mirta a look while he checked to make sure every piece was accounted for. He knew he didn't have to go over specs with her. Just had to give her something that would do what she wanted. "Meet your approval?"