His expression remained calm as she explained, glancing up at the movement of the balloons on her pigtails before falling back to her face. His expression was hard to read but he was clearly thinking about it as he looked down at the pistols and looked them over.

V was trying very hard to figure out what the gimmick here was: there had to be one if she were so willing to be shot in the throat. Not to mention that this was a fairgrounds of sorts. They was always something to keep people there once lured in. He started to look over the guns, considering which one felt lucky.

"How many tries I get?" With the one at her neck he would assume one given the consequence of missing, but for the others should he choose for an easier target.