[she lowers her foot back down onto his lap, and she resumes to shoot imaginary targets on their ceiling.]

I'll meet up with whatever her name is, and see if she can help. If she can't and I don't find her, then I'm going back to my plan A.

[for theatrical effect, his daughter swings her gunfire arm to point out the window, mouthing out "pew" before she reopens this "bargain" of hers.]

And! — I'll bring someone with me for the ride. How's that? Am I great or what?