"A bullet between the teeth huh? Cocky as well as cute." Faith drawled, taking some more of her drink. "I never trust guns...not as reliable as hands, feet and skill." To Faith the use of guns was lazy and impersonal, lacking the skill level needed for a distance crossbow, or the intimacy of a stake or knife. Guns showed a laziness and a lack of finesse. If you were going to kill or wound, do it well and with style or what was the point.
"You're telling me you're named after your dear old grammy but you're a bullet...OK Snowflake." There was a definite tease to the term now. The handshake had allowed her a fairly simple test of his strength, while she had carefully masked her own. Another habit she'd gotten into.
She followed his eyes to the pool table. "You really think anyone in this place is worth boosting?"