【 fleurtuz 】: The female guard’s initial reaction is her light brow arching whilst glancing down at the tool she pulls from her clutch bag, and then returns her gaze at the female in front of her. Fleur’s head slightly tilts to the side, her pair of eyes blinks swiftly and frowns - finds a minor disbelief from the other’s inquiry. “A gun” she mumbles soft and far from alarming, showcasing the small structure of the black gun on her hand. “And it’s not a fake one, by the way” she adds before she release a small chuckle. Albeit cares less if the other female would take her words seriously or not.
⊱ ൠ ; — The other's initial hesitant and questioning glance goes unnoticed by curious orbs, solely focused on the object in question. A gun.. she repeats it to herself in an uncertain whisper, before the weapon registers familiar in her mind. She's seen the men in black and blue uniforms carry them around on their waists and fire them off at the 'bad guys' through the box once before. Liō was all too knowing of what damage the small steel object could truly bring. ❝Are you going to shoot me?❞ The question rings with more of a neutral and truly wondering tone than the expected fearful one that most would have given in such a situation.