<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">She did a lazy yet elegant raise of her shoulders, a simple shrug. "Hmm, I suppose waiting to load would be a problem, but then again, I have never had to load it." She had rarely ever had to use it, mainly being a sword user, but when she had, it was always loaded on its own. She knew little of the weapon itself, except that it had been her brother's and that he used to talk to it. It had been her present for her last birthday, a show that she was fully a crew-member.<br/><br/>Raising her right leg, she slipped her fingers into the outer edge of the black boot. Slipping out a seven inch dagger(picture) (http://www.poythresscustomknives.com/images/Dagger_Rosetta.jpg), she held it out at her side. Foot setting back to the ground slightly behind her, she was ready to fight. If he would fire, she would use her speed to get close, but she hoped he would concede and leave.<br/><br/>"I do not understand why you would come here, aiming a weapon at an innocent woman. Has she wronged you?" She frowned at him. She could not stand people that were not beautiful. She couldn't understand how someone this 'not beautiful' would come to this beautiful of a mansion and gathering.<br/></span>