"What you don't know is that pikers like that are a lot more common than you think," corrects Sniper, slightly irritable at what he presumes is her naiveness. "There's lots of lying snakes and spooks out there just waiting for an easy target, and you've got a big red one painted right on yer head." His index finger and thumb sticks out while the other three fingers curl in, forming a finger gun which he aims straight at Anna's forehead. His gravelly voice gets softer and he inclines his head slightly to the side, as if he's scoping Anna out with an actual rifle in his hands.

"That girl tricked ya good and proper, but least it was just about purple rats. Next time, you might not be so lucky. You could lose more than a few days travel; could be money next, maybe even your life." The imaginary gun goes off, and in his mind's eye, so does Anna's head. The finger gun drops, along with whatever good mood Sniper might've set up.