Wynonna squints. "Only it will turn into a situation of this guy knows that guy and eventually I end up with a crater in the middle of my town because the government caught wind of the problem and thinks that's the best way to get rid of them."

Wynonna smiles, conveying that what she's told him isn't even half of the story. But, she's nice about it as she watches him move around.

"You know your guns." she pulls the bottle up and unscrews the cap again. "19.. no 20."

She'd momentarily forgotten about Willa, her sister.

"Your turn," she says, taking a quick swig. "What kind of firearm you carry? I mean you got some hips on you, but they don't look like they appreciate anything heavier than a .45."