Damion agreed with her on many levels. Though so far he was not impressed by Arthur. The man seemed more self worrying then ready to share things with the group. Then again, was he himself? Rubbing the back of his neck. Time seemed to pass quickly, one moment Arthur was gone and the next he was here. It seems that he was having one of hismkments, old memories hitting him like wild fire in dry grass.<br/><br/>"One thing you need to do, Mr. Corry, is not blunder away without a word after just coming here... by all means keep your secrets, but if it has to do with something that could effect the pack..." he trailed off. "So far Mr. Corry, I am not impressed." Standing up, he moved over to the pistol he disassembled, bringing it back over to the chair and snatching the normal bullet he placed by the pile of silver ones on the counter that arthur had left. Putting the gun together he intentionally left out a certain spring and mechanism. Slipping it up his sleeve with skill, he loaded the one bullet in the clip. Then shoved it in the gun.<br/><br/>He did not want to leave a weapon around the house that could fire without his say so. "You said we did not have a gun for the bullets, you forgot I could put guns together if I can take them apart. Basic training if you have a background the involved such things to be required, not even technically a skill in there eyes, it should be as easily done as unwrapping a present. Or not done at all." Wiping his face with his hand, he realized how tired he was.<br/><br/>"Does anyone here have anything important to add to the day?" He asked.