Jesus, Jed, you're so much like him sometimes... She manages to stop herself short of saying it, of betraying how watching him teaching Red how to hold a gun sends her way further back than it should, just flashes Redford another smile, slightly nearer awkward and also somehow slightly warmer than her previous one. “It's my pleasure, darlin'. You take your time now, get to know the piece. If it ain't right I got plenty more you can play with.”
And back to business. “No, pet. Guns are like shoes. You're telling me you want to get this girl skyscraper heels an' straps with them silly crystals on, that's fine by me. Doesn't mean I don't think work boots'd be a better choice. But each to their own.” Serious thought, now. “Is the PM9 pretty enough? Nice and small, tritium night sight if her aim ain't too hot...”