[Derek can only stand and stare at the...fairly unusual sight of a primly dressed woman--complete with gloves--wielding a pistol with a suitable grip.
Scandalized she might be, she's not holding that weapon like someone afraid to use it. She clearly knows what she's doing, and that only makes the whole thing stranger.
After a moment, he simply crosses his arms, having grown comfortable enough with his ability to shift to be careless about nudity. He's fighting a losing battle with the smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he raises a curious eyebrow.]
Begging your pardon, Miss, but you're the one with a gun. I'd say of the two of us, I should be a lot more appalled.
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Scandalized she might be, she's not holding that weapon like someone afraid to use it. She clearly knows what she's doing, and that only makes the whole thing stranger.
After a moment, he simply crosses his arms, having grown comfortable enough with his ability to shift to be careless about nudity. He's fighting a losing battle with the smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he raises a curious eyebrow.]
Begging your pardon, Miss, but you're the one with a gun. I'd say of the two of us, I should be a lot more appalled.