He pocketed the medallion when it was approved and moved back to stand next to her. Her enthusiasm over the pistols had been amusing at first, until he'd heard the words 'Spectre requisitions'. That explained both her excitement, and his appreciation. He looked the sleek pistols over as he rejoined her, one eyebrow quirked in appreciation. "Got my hands on one of their rifles, once," he noted, "fired so smooth I barely noticed the recoil at all. I can't imagine how much sleeker the upgrade'll be." He turned his attention back to the box of other weapons, shifting through the seemingly random assortment of retrofitted models.<br/><br/>There were plenty of guns he'd like to have taken with him then and there, but lacking the magnetic rails that would hold them in place he would have to walk around with them in his hand, and he suspected C-Sec would not be pleased. Especially with a fucking Cat-6 on his public record. He was about to give up when something painted yellow and red caught his eye. Down at the bottom, marked with large block letters that read<i>PROTOTYPE</i>, was a single pistol. Even folded up, it looked strange. The barrel had a small round attachment on the front, and he reached down to close his hand on the grip. The weapon whirred softly as it unfolded at his touch, the barrel extending, the mechanisms clicking into place. He thought that it looked like a silencer, from an era when weapons had required such things to fire quasi-silently.<br/><br/>"I'll take this," he said, releasing the grip and allowing the weapon to fold back down into his palm. He pocketed it for want of a holster, his shoulders a bit more squared now that he had a firearm on him. It fit well, and he took it back out, configuring his omni-tool to spray a layer of matte black over the bright red-yellow lines and white body. Prototype or not, the weapon was his. On the side, stamped into the durasteel, was the designation<i>M-11ex</i>. Once it was done he tucked it away again, then nodded to Reese. "Locked and loaded, CD. Lead on. I'd hate to keep our date waiting." His lips curled in a slight grin as he spoke. Today was panning out to be a whole hell of a lot better than he had anticipated.