"Heh," Abbadon grinned. It was a sharkish thing, not unlike one that would be seen on someone who was out for blood. However, the Morallean gunslinger definitely wasn't some sort of bloodthirsty warrior. "You're insane, ma'am... and that's jus' the attitude I can respect," Abaddon continued, bending his elbow and raising his firearm to the ceiling as he had done before. See? He could be reasonable-ish. He still didn't holster the weapon, however. 

Abaddon twirled the revolver on his finger, completely discounting how stupidly dangerous that was with a loaded gun, "Too bad your amigo's right - And don' think I'll jus' go down from a lost hand, ma'am." Finally, the cowboy holstered his white revolver and turned to the burly monk trying to keep the peace. "But you, sir, are a yellow-bellied [i]coward[/i]. If you're truly an ally, then why din't you do anything but [i]talk[/i]," Abby scowled at Yaozu, "And ever call me a 'lil one' again, and I'll show you jus' what this 'lil one' can do."