[ The ripping of cloth is enough to command Grell's attention - and seeing what Hannah has done immediately earns an exclamation of confusion. ]

If you're going to tear your blouse, you could, at the very least, commit to it! What a waste.

[ Planting hands upon her own hip in disapproval, the redhead frowns. ]

Well, what are you going to do with that, then? [ She says, nodding to the gun in the demon's hands - which then strikes a notion that sends her spirit soaring once more. It has her grinning fiercely, as she leans in closer to speak in lower, hushed tones. ] Are you really going to shoot someone?