Crossbows weren't usual as far as Sarah knew, but she wasn't looking to pass any judgment. Up until a little more than a month ago, she was clocking her piece of shit boyfriend with an ashtray and stealing his coke in a bid to sell it and make off with her daughter, so a crossbow had to have some kind of use. She'd read a comic or two growing up, so for all she knew he was another bloody superhero.
"Not if we're talking standard radio," she pointed out, shooting him a faint smirk. "Too many cows in sparkly bodysuits and sexually confused singing boys to sift through. Now vinyl, that's another story."
Pushing past him to set her bag down, she went through the process in her head - don't carry a loaded weapon without the safety on. She wasn't exactly shy about that anymore, having had to pull the trigger to safe her own skin already, but she still had no idea how else to carry the damn thing. Save tucked down the back of her jeans, but without a license, that was liable to get her arrested. And it wasn't like Sarah wasn't already a cop magnet.
Curling a few strands of distressed hair behind her ear, she set to checking the chamber for any bullets. "What did you do for fun?" she asked casually.
She was guessing hunting - while she normally hated small talk and would've preferred to put the gun to her own head, but anything that potentially involved a crossbow was worth hearing.