[Revy glances up at the voice...and up. Jesus, lady, how much milk did you have to drink to get that tall? But Revy can't sustain any semblance of eye contact when it still feels like the barest scrap of sunlight will send needles into her brain via the Vitreous Express, so she soon drops her head...and that's when she notices Daisy's pistol.]
Yeah. Where can I get me an elephant killer like yours?
[Action]
Yeah. Where can I get me an elephant killer like yours?
[Because hooooly christ.]