Circe blinks as Ram crushes his pizza. Why would he, oh. Right.
"Whoa ho folks, nobody panic," she spins the gun, stopping so the barrel is pointed at her right ear as she flicks the gun to the left, popping out the chamber. A little angling and light passes through all 6 empty bullet cylinders. "Only an idiot twirls a loaded gun. I like guns but I'm not stupid. And ya seem ta have plenty of restraint Ram," she reassures him, "Ya'd make a fine deputy. And I will let ya all in on a secret we use ta stop mundies from snooping around Funderland," she smiles widely, "We just react like a mundy would when we catch somebody skulking around a place full of little kids."
Circe walks back to the Keurig to get more coffee. Of course she does. "Its mundy make not Hedgespun," she tells Cassandra, "Revolvers and break action are the best I can manage with my tools. Fer now. And I ain't making any zips," she grumbles out her opinion on such homemade guns, "Completo e totale pezzo di armi da fuoco merda."
"Correct Gerrit," she agrees with him, "On paper the Director is a bureaucrat running the Freehold, the theme park front, and moderator ta the four sovereigns," she scoffs as her tone turns bitter, "But we need way bigger numbers fer that ta work."
"Yeah Rhodes did," she agrees with Yamiyo. As for the Winter Crown question, well that seemed obvious to Circe. She got her second cup of coffee. Mixing it, "I should think it obvious. James," she agrees with Yamiyo's unspoken thoughts. She walks over to get a slice of veggie pizza. "Pretty sure he is gonna get the crown the same way I first did," she laughs sourly, "By being a court of one."
"Always happy ta teach," she assures Cassandra, "Tinker or slinger, I love doing both. Though fer a messenger I'd recommend Sonja Wu. She'll teach ya ta move." She bites into the pizza. And Yamiyo was tri-lingual? Wait, didn't she speak something oriental too? "Huh, how many languages do ya speak Yamiyo? It'd make my shipping work way easier ta speak a more then just Italian. I mean computers make up fer a lot," she bites the pizza and puffs up with pride, "I'm awesome with those, but banging translators inta text ta speech don't do puns good."