"More or less." She drew her handguns and held them up so their barrels pointed toward the ceiling. "I made mine as well. Didn't grow up in a very safe area, so I had to learn to defend myself. It got harder after my dad passed." She looked at the dull shine reflecting off of one. "They're the ones closest to me now. Yet, I haven't named them... I can earn money in other ways, though." She smiled sadly and placed one hand to her temples. "I could use a Long Island," she muttered, getting herself another drink.