Valerianna opened her cloak to show her gun holsters as she pulled one gun out and spun the cylinders and check the hammer action. Then repeated the action with the other. Her hands bore signs of a person who worked with them, scars from working metal or chemicals, yet her body under the chain shirt was the toned and svelte form of a woman used to leisure. She hadn't been whatever she was now for long. Even with the 'taint' of her blood she was an appealing woman, but her manner was that of a killer cold and true.<br/><br/>"Old argument that needs settling. Nothing of import to anyone but those involved with it." She says simply as she works the action of each gun several times to make sure that they were still well oiled and tucked them away. She didn't put it past her prey to know she was coming and an hour away from her destination was a likely time for a road side ambush. She wished she hadn't found as much evidence as she had of late, a few weeks long would have gotten a few more guns out the door and she'd have had a few items made to help her armaments. She missed her blunderbuss and dearly wanted to try the new designs she found. A shotgun or rifle would give her a bit of range she didn't have. She put the guns away with clear care.