"Thank you," she said, nodding her head before putting her gun away. It was hard to find people willing to make custom guns that fired, well, almost everything. Sure, Hunters ordered them in small amounts to avoid suspicion, but it was always better to be safe than sorry. It felt like coming home, having her gun on her and within reach instead of scrambling about randomly for a weapon.
Jo was used to being looked over. Plenty of good looking Hunters had come into Ellen's bar, and most of them had wanted to get into her pants once she was old enough. But still, she got a small surge of pride from it. She'd play along for now. Wasn't like he needed to know she could probably shoot him and then walk away.
"Nope," she replied conversationally. "Just checkin' out what some idiot did to my truck over there." She jerked her thumb over to her truck. Or what was left of it. "That, and I wanted to see how bad it was. It's bad enough that I gotta get a new one. And that's always annoyin'." Especially when you had to steal it, but that was ok.
"What 'bout you, mister?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips. "What's a guy like you doin' in a place like this? You lose somethin'?"