"I know that..." She didn't presume he was packing right now but she wasn't 100% sure either. Oona didn't have a nose that knows. Guns were a novelty for her. She'd never held one in her life. Didn't know of anyone who had (that she knew of. Even though THAT was another story). "I didn't suppose you were moving around Repose with a holster in your pants. Or on your pants? I need to stop talking about your pants."
but as much as she didn't have a nose that knew, she did have eyes that could see the shadow that landed on him when she thanked him. She had paused her clean-up to thank him but now she was back to it, not wanting to perpetuate his bad feelings.
"Chile. I never would have, "She stops, "I mean I guess I could have guessed that. I thought it was South America." But had she thought about where he might have been from? He didn't seem like he'd be playing flute music of the Andes or Bullfighting. How terrible was that? She hated to admit it but she didn't know much about South American cultures. "DO you miss Chile? Do you remember it very well?"