That is a very good question and one they... don't quite have an answer for. Tony was looking a little ill, even, and at his hand and gun in a kind of accusatory fashion as if he's asking it the exact same thing she just did.

Wes started to slip his back under his suit jacket, half-expecting cops to appear at any moment, but a certain wariness kept him from finishing the motion. His hand hung at his side, instead, finger outside the trigger guard.

Since the question didn't have an answer, he could only say: "Sorry. Are you alright, miss?"