[She takes the toy gun herself, her attention split between Frank and the conveyor belt. If he asked her, she could probably tell him what color every stuffed dog on the second shelf was, but she didn't look at any of them openly.]
What a gentleman.
[She raises he gun, taking aim along the barrel, her first shot flattening a duck.]
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What a gentleman.
[She raises he gun, taking aim along the barrel, her first shot flattening a duck.]