"Not gonna happen! After years of German beer, mind you a lot stronger than it is now, and moonshine from down in the tunnels? I can take just about anything. My liver may not like it much, but it'll just have to deal." From the backseat, Rob winked at Gwen, not sure if she could see it.
Wade blinked a few times. So they'd gone from her running out of the bar to her shooting Jack to them figuring shit out and now they were joking about drinking contests? Was this a normal progression? She'd expected more... consequences from shooting someone? "Um... I hate to be the one to break up this conversation, but is there any way I'll be able to get my gun back?" She didn't really want the thing, but never knowing when the Kromaggs might be coming had made her more aware. It wasn't the best question, but it was the best she could come up with, now that she could breathe again. "Just feel a bit more solid when I have it. and I actually feel pretty awful about that fact, but what can you do? Aliens on your tail, but they can be killed by bullets?"