You're telling me that stupid letter was telling the truth? That's crazy!

[She shifts her feet, but she doesn't look all that convinced about putting her gun away. After a moment of consideration, she offers him a compromise.]

Put your gun over on that mail box. [She jerks her head to it several feet away and out of both their reach. Covered in wreaths and lights.] Slowly. Then I'll put mine away, and you can try to convince me of that horse shit. From over there.

[She jerks her chin to a spot on the street about ten feet away from her and from his gun.]