She couldn't help a slight intake of breath when the gun was pressed to her chest. Diva didn't tense up or try to move, again perfectly willing to let Gene shoot her. But when he tapped her chin, she reached up and touched the spot lightly in surprise. She stared for a moment, but...Diva couldn't help but laugh.

"Ne, Gene, don't scare me like that! I'd definitely be mad if you ruined this dress," she said with a laugh. It was a relief that he hadn't, since she understood the gesture as Gene's trust. Considering she had only guessed that she had some of it, it made her happy, in an odd way.

So she took a sip of her beer, smiling over the edge of the glass. "I'm so sorry, then, Gene. It's not my fault that you drink like a pig."