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Several responses race through Stefan's mind. He briefly considers telling her it's just a dispenser for cheap chalky candy, despite it clearly being an actual gun, before tossing that idea for threatening her with it, or claiming the heavy hunk of metal that fell out of his pocket was planted on him without his knowledge. He eventually concludes that all those ideas are dumb, and turns and thanks the secretary for letting him know he dropped that!
>"Do, uh... do you have a license to carry this, or something?"
She asks, plainly nervous. She now holds the gun closer to herself, away from Stefan.
Stefan reassures her that he does have a license to carry, and that has undertaken plenty of firearms safety training, and even coaches people on it on the weekends! As an undead immortal native american chief hell-skeleton, he has to have SOME kind of hobby. He notes that modern technology is still really cool. Of course, these are all lies, but she seems to be buying it. He explains that the unsecured gun was just a lapse of judgement on his part that will not be repeated, and that it's good that she picked it up as opposed to someone else.
>"Well, okay, I guess... I mean, you're not threatening me over it or anything, so you're probably not gonna do anything BAD with it."
Stefan says of course he wouldn't, conveniently ignoring how it'll probably be used in the bank robbery he's here to plan. He approaches the desk, and she hands it back to him.
One unloaded handgun added to inventory.
>"I don't see why anyone needs to carry a gun, anyway."
Stefan says he's been staying in a not-so-kind area while he gets this whole burial ground business finished up, and even though he's a skeleton, he'd prefer to not have any broken bones.
>"Oh. I wouldn't know how that is."
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