[He's right. She isn't stupid, and she knows exactly what he had in mind when he asked her here. But Blonde is interesting when so many people here are straight-up dull, so she decided she didn't mind and came along nicely.
She sits down alongside him, pulls her ammunition out of her pocket. She'd discovered that, despite evidence to the contrary, they did sell the correct cartridges for her pistol here, something that came as a relief. It's a little thing, but it's her gun.
She loads the cartidge in, using the flat of her hand, in a practiced manner that's almost matter-of-fact.]
That's unfortunate. I don't suppose that one measures up to your modern weaponry.
[She's finding it hard not to picture the future—his future—as a place out of a science-fiction movie, with flying cars and all associated paraphernalia. Fifty years into the future is a long time, especially when you've already died.]
nope it's perfect <3
She sits down alongside him, pulls her ammunition out of her pocket. She'd discovered that, despite evidence to the contrary, they did sell the correct cartridges for her pistol here, something that came as a relief. It's a little thing, but it's her gun.
She loads the cartidge in, using the flat of her hand, in a practiced manner that's almost matter-of-fact.]
That's unfortunate. I don't suppose that one measures up to your modern weaponry.
[She's finding it hard not to picture the future—his future—as a place out of a science-fiction movie, with flying cars and all associated paraphernalia. Fifty years into the future is a long time, especially when you've already died.]