Vesper hugged Tinker tighter when they came to that needlessly insane, screeching stop. "Do you take a sane approach to<em>anything</em>?!" She stowed away her excitement and remembered how to breathe once the dwarf spoke up about her chest, then countered with, "Wishful thinking?" before she realized that the dwarf's shoulders and neck had probably been against her own cleavage the entire time.<br/><br/>She quickly dismounted at that and shifted around to make her dress a bit more comfortable before she answered Tinker's question about her being armed by drawing her pistol. "In more ways than one. But if you'd like to give me<em>more</em>guns, I couldn't complain. Just..." She looked down at herself. "Wasn't exactly expecting to play around in the most messed-up place in Chicago, though. I'm not dressed for success in there."