Scene II, late night in a tiny Colorado town,
Breda is standing on the walkway outside Snarky's room. The two women have just met and are having a cordial chat before retiring to their respective rooms. A few doors away, some people are having what appears to be a party.
A young man staggers out of the room, beer cup in hand. He stands under the light, swaying slightly. Breda notices him briefly and turns back to her conversation. A few moments later, the man asks, "Is that a gun in your pants?"
Breda, who has been open carrying since she arrived in Colorado, says, "Yes. This is a gun in my pants."
The young man stares at Breda blearily for a moment and then resumes his questioning. "What kind is it?"
"A Bersa Thunder .380."
"Whoooooa." The young man seems impressed, if slightly confused. "Is it loaded?"
"Yes," Breda replies. "It's loaded."
"Can I see it?" the young man asks hopefully.
Breda stares at the young man, her brow furrowing in disbelief. "No. No, you may not."
Time to go back to the room and lock the door before things get any weirder.