<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0c/Doomtown2-Recovered2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Walter Sinnett<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 4th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mesa outside Town<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Agatha, Open<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Bloody 'ell... you got more iron on you then Crystal Palace..."</strong><br/><br/>The lady having to lower the gun wasn't a surprise. It was something Walter was sort of expecting and, to an extent, relying on. He didn't like having a gun stuck in his face but he'd assumed that weight and gravity would take care of that. He'd got that part right at least. What he hadn't expected it for it to be immediately replaced with another one. Sure it was smaller but Walt knew that wasn't a good thing. The bullet was going to be just as deadly and all the small size meant was that she could hold it up for longer. The buors of London rarely carried a shooter on them, let alone two. Something else to learn about this damned place. That said Walter's eyes remained mercifully devoid of baleful red and his tone as he spoke was little different to earlier, a cheerful rolling cockney brogue, a slight hint of surprise as the pistol was produced but no hostility, no anger. Even the donkey remained silent, evidently bemused by everything going on around. For his part Walt nodded as Agatha spoke, eyes locked on hers.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh, don't you worry Mam, I've 'ad a few tumbles in my time and this one weren't so bad. Just dusted myself off..."</strong><br/><br/>He patted a bit more of the dust off his coat, careful to keep his movements slow and deliberate, not giving Agatha any reason to test out her derringer with his skull doing an impression of the tree strump.<br/><br/><strong>"... well, mostly dusted myself off... and came on up here. And don't you be worryin' about this place becomin' some travellers 'otspot. From time to time I like me some solitude... well, solitude with me donkey... so I come wanderin' out these parts. Just sheer luck I ended up in hearin' range of that there shooter. You're the only living soul I seen other than me donkey for hours mam."</strong><br/><br/>A slightly quizzical look flashed across his face as she finished speaking however, cocking his head to the side slightly.<br/><br/><strong>"Em, sorry mam, and I ain't intendin' to be rude or nuthin', but I'm pretty new in town and I ain't exactly sure who you are, what your shop is or where it is. Me donkey might know... he's been around town a fair bit longer than me... but he 'ain't the talkin' type if you get what I mean. I ain't gonna' stick me 'and out and ask ya to shake it on account of you probably wantin' to put a bullet in me 'ead at the thought of touchin' me but it may be 'elpful to know who you are mam. And if you're some local famous person or somethin' I can only apologise for not recognisin' ya and hopin' you'll beg me pardon."</strong><br/><br/>Another pause, before his eyes dropped down to the gatling pistol hanging by her side. Walter had never seen anything like it and he'd seen a lot in his time. Every so often some mad scientist type fella' rocked into Walt's manor with some crazy invention but more often than not Walt was employed to swiftly encourage them to leave. Exploding rooms were no good for anyone and those scientists tended to explode on a pretty regular basis when they did whatever the hell it was they did. And sure, Walt had seen a gatling cannon before, but those had been huge devices mounted on battleships as they steamed too and from Millwall docks, they weren't pistols that a slip of a woman could hold (even if only for a short time). If she had one of those, then what else did she have? And didn't she just say she owned a shop and had talked about selling it to him earlier? That vague idea in the back of Walt's head was buzzing away there. Walt didn't like ideas, especially those which hid in the back of his head and didn't go away but this one seemed to have stuck. He went back to an earlier question, his tone still light.<br/><br/><strong>"So did you make that shooter yourself? And do you sell stuff like that in the shop you mentioned?"</strong>