"Dusty's good." She's not looking up, she's keeping a careful eye on their surroundings, but when Clarisse swears suddenly she glances up, steading the foot she's got pressed into Abby's palms. Well. Screw dust, a gun is way better.

"One moment please, caller."

Use the butt of her handgun. Abby has to pass her off to one hand in order to fish it out of her waistband, but it doesn't seem to be a problem. Arm barely wobbles in the process. "Here."