Noctisardor Bypass Heavenly storehouses laden with snow

The large woman had said her name was Gun. A strong name, a name of someone that probably shouldn't be trifled with. She had also spoken what sounded like she was a lost sheep. John cocked his head slightly, wondering. She slapped her eyes lashes at him, which was awkward internally, for him. He spoke a response softly: “A lost sheep? Well then, Gun, I shall try my best to help you. Is there a place you seek? Family or friends that are in these wild?” 

Deep down, he wondered about her even more. Where did she come from, what was her history? Hopefully with some gentle digging, he can find this out.