Tell the truth. Mostly.

"Me, mostly. {if Pistol =True}Also a pistol. {endif}{if Rifle =True}And a rifle, if you're scared of big guns.{endif} You know it gets pretty cold out here, right?"

You find it hard to keep a little derision out of your tone. You really don't like cops, and this guy is giving you strong cop feelings.

He responds with a frown, before continuing with another question.

"Name, occupation, reason for visit?"

Visibly rolling your eyes at his generic question, you recite the information he requests with a bored tone.

"Zoe Pierce, mercenary, I don't know, tourism, I guess? Crashed here yesterday, trying to get information about the area so I can get the fuck out. That it? We're done here?"

He sighs, placing one hand on the grip of his rifle at your blatantly antagonistic attitude.

"Don't have an entrance pass then?"