She sat down heavily and placed her purse on the table. Her hands still shook when she laid them flat but she was good at ignoring that. Years of practice. She wasn't quite as good at ignoring the sense of complete unreality, but she thinks she should have been by now. She's seen enough ridiculous shit at this point. It should be easier.

"A gunslinger? I keep asking if you're serious, but you are, aren't you. You are totally serious." She shakes her head. Rolls her eyes. "Fucking Blue Rose. I'll never get away from it."

She doesn't expect him to understand what she's talking about, but considering the crazy shit he's been saying, she figures it's only fair. "Are you an alien? Is that it? Tell me you're an alien."