Alice: “YO, MACY! You got a visitor!”

Macy: “Take care of 'em for me for a sec, would ya? Bit busy right now…”

Alice: “It's serious! She says her name's Rally, and she's looking for Macy Everglade.”

Silence from the back room.

Macy: “…”

A tool hits the floor.

Macy: “…What?”

Alice: “Rally. Says she wants—”

Macy: ”WHAT?!”

Macy comes flying out of the back room and practically skids to a stop behind the counter.

And there she is.

Rally Vincent: “Hey there. I heard this was the best place in America to get guns~”

Macy: “…”

Rally: “…”

Macy: “…No.”

Rally: “Hm?”

Macy: “…No fucking way.”

Rally: “You must be Macy.”

Macy: “You're Rally Vincent.”

Rally: “Last time I checked.”

Macy: “Rally Vincent.”

Rally: “…Yes.”

Macy slowly turns toward Alice.

Macy: “Alice.”

Alice: “Yeah?”

Macy: “That's Rally fucking Vincent.”

Alice: “I gathered that from the part where she said her name was Rally.”

Macy: ”YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.”

Macy: “Sorry. Sorry. Professionalism. I'm a professional.”

Rally: “Take your time.”

Macy: “Welcome to Macy's Gun Works. I'm Macy Everglade, owner and head gunsmith. What can I help you with?”

Rally looks around the shop.

Rally: “Actually, I've been hearing your name for a while.”

Macy: “…Mine?”

Rally: “Apparently there's this young gunsmith running one hell of a shop. Good selection, excellent custom work, knows her way around a car…”

Macy is progressively becoming less functional.

Rally: “…and people keep telling me she's trying to build the best gun shop in America.”

Macy: “…”

Rally: “Figured I oughta see what the competition looks like.”

Macy: 🥺

Alice: “…Oh my God.”

Macy: “SHUT UP.”

Alice: “She's gonna cry! :3”

Macy: “I'M NOT GONNA CRY!”

Alice: “I’ve never seen her cry before! >:3”

Rally: “Heh.”

Macy: “PLEASE DON'T LAUGH, YOU'RE MAKING IT WORSE.”