She sees the pistol, notes the location, and pulls out a pair of his underpants to let him know she saw it. She waves it around like a flag while she talks. "Now you're just making up words. Or you want to fuck a cat; I totally respect your lifestyle choices if the cat is consenting, by the way. I'm an ally."

She takes the dyke comment in stride; it's nothing she hasn't heard before. "Seriously, though, where am I? What is this? You're not freaking out, and you have a gun, so this clearly..." she gestures, underwear still in hand, "you know, a you thing."