She expected him to be ready to go for the day, but she couldn’t help but feel disappointed when their free time had been ripped due to the cruelties of the world. Laying in bed one lazy morning sounded like a fairytale, a dream...but any sort of domestication would have to wait. The world as they knew it, which wasn’t much, was at stake. “No, little lake only had one gun, and even then no one could use it so... just never learned.” She denied any ability in that area, having never even fired the weapon before. She, of course, knew what they were, but guns weren’t a luxury the people of her town could afford.<br/><br/>After reluctantly pushing herself off the makeshift mattress, she pulled on her boots, her eyes half lidded with the reminence of sleep. She stumbled along behind him, her tired body protesting at any and all movement. However, once they made their way into the armory, she immediately worked up, her curious eyes taking in the entirety of the room. “Wow...I’ve never seen any of this.” She admitted that with a slight grimace, realizing just how small their works was in comparison to what was truly out there. If the group they were soon to face had these weapons at their disposal, the Runners were in trouble. Big trouble.<br/><br/>The rows of Growlers had taken her interest especially, their two wheeled functions had entranced her as Carson and her rode one to Central. “Those...Growlers... could you teach me to ride one? If you want, I mean, I’ve never seen anything like them before.” She picked up one of the pistols, the safety already on, running her fingers over the iron. “You may have to teach me to use these, as well.”