“There’s a bar downstairs, I fig...” She almost seemed like she blacked out for a moment, then continued cleaning her gun. “Figured that storage for said bar was somewhere..” She nearly let the gun slip from her hands before she got it back together, then reached for the full clip. “As for the gun, I just took it off of one of your men..” She still wasn’t taking her pain killers, body shaking from pain, which was numbed from the alcohol. “I guess it’s the closest I’ll ever be to being an arms dealer again, huh?” She slammed the clip into the gun and struggled pulling back the slide. “The chances of me walking again are just as low, and my hand will never function properly.” Now she had a bullet loaded in the chamber, reaching for the bottle of Sake.