His office had been cleaned spotless since they left, a fact he seemed to resent as he offered them actual chairs to sit down in. Perez lingered near the door, seeming always on the edge of saying something rude to her, but he hadn’t actually done so. He carried a gun again, though Lucky didn’t recognize it. It had a strange exposed metal section along its barrel, like a long heatsink made of copper. Her first impression was that of the machine she had recently left behind, and so she instantly withdrew.