"This gun," Aeon mused, almost entirely to herself, "is part of a family business."
But she had a serious gut feeling that this gun was worth quite a bit, besides. The guy behind the counter shrugged. "I'll look," he said, turning around and giving his back to Aeon and Anita, and ducking to get at boxes under the counter.
She smirked at the woman next to her. "I'm sure I'm called that by some," Aeon said. "Sometimes, I'm 'you bitch' or 'Monican whore,' too." The smirk got a shade more wicked. "Aeon," she said. Her eyebrow rose. "How tall do they expect you to be?"