You have a pistol. (Requires Pistol)

Recovering from your laughter at the towns name, you poke the pistol holstered under your shoulder, under your cloak. They can't see it, but you don't want to pull it out in front of possibly jumpy guards.

"Got this thing. Vindicator autopistol, with a couple spare mags. Gotta be worth something?"

Now you've warned them, you shrug the pistol out under your cloak, and pop the weapon out, holding it by the receiver with the barrel pointed away from them. You don't want to part with your sidearm, but you don't see any other real option.

Lieutenant Dawson has the slightest hint of disappointment visible in his posture, which he quickly hides before nodding, reaching out to take the pistol from you, letting his own weapon droop on the sling.

"It'll do, Miss Pierce. Come with me."