[her eyes fixate deep into her bag, and the first thing she reveals is a pistol—crafted like any other except dyed in vibrant colors like pink, blue, and green. her doing, obviously, because what gunman would decorate their weapon in such a way? after a quick inspection, she sets it down on the counter and returns to searching.]

I... don't like sharing. Not if I don't have to.

[there's a hint of possessive twang in speech. because just the thought of having to split what belongs to her with someone else (particularly a stranger) brings slight sourness into her mouth. she's gotten a lot better about it, though; it used to make her stomach churn and had her fingernails dig into her skin. but thanks to her daughter, the idea of it only slightly repulses her. the next thing she withdraws from her pack is an explosive. like the gun, it's tagged, yet the appearance of it seems rather childish. hers, maybe? jinx sets that next to the gun. ]

Vi is the strongest person I know and has a hotter head than mine. [debatable.] She can make a guy three times my size cry for their mommy and whimper like some pathetic puppy just by throwing one punch.