[Oh, she don't have to wonder when someone will aim a gun at her. It's already happened and will likely happen again if Gin keeps getting irritated with her. Which he will, given his complete lack of trust and humor.]

[Vermouth is far more concerned that someone might overhear the conversation. Depending on how this turned, that could be quite troublesome indeed. She doesn't want knowledge of the Organization from spreading, but silencing an onlooker is a hassle she would rather avoid.]

I see. [That does match her own thinking, at least partly. Vermouth had figured acting the part of Christina would be smart, at least until she had a better grasp on her current situation. Christina was familiar to residents here and far less threatening. An excellent cover for blending in.]

[However, she didn't quite know how to approach her fake family. Vermouth had not experienced normal familial relations in quite some time. While she still could feel residual positive emotions towards them, that only served to push her further away as her instinct to protect them with distance took hold.]

It would be better for us all if you could keep away. No good will come of being involved with me.

[Her words and gaze are unusually serious, despite the slight heartbreak in her eyes. She sighs, before shifting her focus sideways.]

If we must, though, I suppose there is no choice. I'll contact your father this evening. [With an adequate excuse for her absence.]

[She does not comment on the unspoken question.