[The gun doesn't worry her much -- then again she is a little apathetic toward America's paranoia, stupidly or not. She gives him a nonplussed look, crossing her arms]
Careful, Amerika. I may work my she-devil ways on you... [nods] I am having a word with you. Privately.
So little 'action' you mean.
Careful, Amerika. I may work my she-devil ways on you... [nods] I am having a word with you. Privately.
[This is her 'back on up' demand]