The pout that crosses her lips when he answers is entirely fake, her amusement not at all hidden well. "Fuck, I missed one?" She was pretty sure she had found everything, but apparently not. Still though, what she had gathered up was fairly impressive all the same.

She takes her feet back when he stops massaging them, adjusting herself so she's sitting up again. "Pretty much! I mean it ain't a proper monarchy or whatever, but sure, you can call me royalty if you want." Moving the pistols (and parts of pistols) she still has in her lap to the table, Apollo stands so she can survey the collection of firearms she's assembled, still curious over them all. There's an amused little snort at his last comment as she picks and pokes at the arsenal on the table. "Please, there ain't a need to reconquer territory that's already mine." It's a bold tease, but obviously she's willing to go there anyway. "What's pajarita mean, anyway?"