On the ground, but...

You notice something glimmering behind you and you're filled with relief. "Oh, there it was," you say as you turn around from your niece and crouch to get the weird thing.

"What are you talking about?" Erica asks from behind you, curious but not moving towards you to figure out what you're looking at. "Oh you dropped your phone?"

"-Yeah," you say with a hint of hesitation as you glance at the gun. a yellow light is blinking next to the screen and you notice something new is scrolling across the tiny screen. "Charging: ETA ~120m." You feel a pang of panic but decide to play it cool. You stand up and turn back towards Erica, putting the gun in the pocket opposite of you and her in a half hearted attempt at a sleight of hand. It's not very big, and probably could be mistaken to be a small replica gun lighter. "It still works though," you say as you are faced with the weird reality in front of you again. The very female and very sexual niece of yours.

"That's good," Erica said and beamed. "I'm not sure you'd find your apartment without the map apps."

"Ha ha," you respond and give her a soft punch in the shoulder.

"Boi-oi-oi-oing," she said in response as she exaggeratedly began jiggling her tits from side to side for a second. "Alright, I can see I've teased you enough for now," she says as she nods her head towards the salesman's offices and begins walking towards it. "Can't have you cream your pants a minute before you're to barter for your new car."

"Um, yeah, that would be bad..." you say with a slight stammer, her overly intimate dialogue making you really doubtful of what sort of relationship you two have. vague memories seem to hint to something, but you do your best to focus on the upcoming car investment instead.

"I'll stand a bit behind you and distract the salesman a little," Erica said as you approached the building. "Unless he's gay it should give you some advantages. Accuse him of oogling your girlfriend if the option presents itself."

"Um, okay," you say, glancing over at her. Surprisingly, she doesn't immediately meet your gaze and seem to blush for a second before she looks up at you and giggle.

"Best of luck," she said as you arrive at the salesman's building, leaving you to it. You imagine she'd be placing herself outside the glass window, putting on lip-stick or posing for herself in the reflection.