At the call to have the... rather well-rounded newcomer disarm herself, Alherien turned her head with a brow cocked, glancing at the noticeable bulge in the other woman's pants. "Oh," she mouthed quietly, the exclamation sounding like little more than static from her mask. "I'm not sure that's a gun... but just to be sure. It's a good idea that you let us see it anyway. I've heard of enterprising working girls using some rather unconditional means of smuggling weapons into a room."<br/><br/>She slipped to the side, her hand twitching as it reached for her own revolver, ready to grab it should things go south. "This got awkward really quickly, didn't it?" she droned in her Vader-ish voice.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>