Sizing Her Up

Vash was whining. "I hate my nickname," he grumped. "'the Stampede'? It makes me sound like a herd of cows."

Meryl rolled her eyes. "At least yours makes you sound like a manly man. Some of us aren't so lucky to have `cool' nicknames."

Vash raised an eyebrow. "Come on. `Derringer Meryl?? Just hearing it, people know not to mess with you."

"I got the derringers later, for practical purposes. The name was for something else."

"Oh?"

She blushed. "Milly's the stungun. I'm the derringer." She pointed to her chest.

Vash pondered this. "You know, I've always liked tiny guns..."