"The gun?" The young woman blinked and then followed the motion of his waving hand. "Oh. Oh, right." Giggling now, she drew her knees up and adjusted her position on the stairs to a more lady-like seat, a fleeting expression of discomfort crossing her face as she felt a future bruise press against the step. Then she dropped her arms, crossed at her wrists so her hands dangled over her knees, and smiled. "It's kind of pretty, isn't it?" she asked. "Much nicer than the desert, I think."