A soft burst of laughter pushes from Veronica's throat, and she casts Frank an incredulous look. "Me? You have seen me, right?" she says, and then shakes her head with a smile. "No. Not that I don't appreciate that some part of your brain apparently thought I might be capable of considering it."

She looks away, back to the dusty road ahead of them, and her good humor slips a little. "I've used a gun before, but I don't think I could again."