Xenia gave him a patronizing look.
"I'm sure you'll survive." She then lifted up the gun off the desk, and began inspecting it, keeping the barrel pointed at Pearce.
"This weapon was designed to take down dusters, and I've found the results it yields to be exceptional. If I were to pull the trigger, your death would almost instantaneous." Xenia took something out of her pocket, and loaded it into the gun.
"Now wouldn't that be a shame."