Her gaze drifts to the gun at first, but then to his hand. She lingers on a moment and then puts her hand out to shake.

"Bill Cipher and Freeza have a speakeasy for the inmates," she replies. "They're easy enough to get along with for now, and I hope I have leverage by solving their supply issue, but they both have powers, and neither is particularly interested in graduating."

It's not all of it, but it's a start.