Al felt odd when she came close and removed his gun, the heat from her body making him blush slightly as she removed his holster. Distracted, he didn't notice her grab him until he felt himself falling, then a moment later they were on the ground, her strength surprising him as she held on to him the whole way down yet still he remained unharmed. He was hardly afraid of heights, yet the short drop made his adrenaline rush since he was not in control as he normally is.<br/><br/>She rummaged in her house and came out to switch his gun for one of hers, a 9mm with a silencer. Odd choice of weapon, but he took it anyway removing the silencer to put in his pocket so it would fit better in the back of his pants. He wasn't sure why he was making a big deal about the gun anyway. Having one, namely his, made him feel comfortable and safe. He kept it clean and meticulously pampered the weapon so it was perfect in every way so it worked when he needed. This new gun was unknown to him and he was uncomfortable with it. Truth is, he didn't even need a gun to begin with as his magic was way more powerful than his pistol. He just rarely used it because it was too flashy and attracted attention. He didn't want to show off because of some power he was born with. He wanted recognition because of something he worked for and deserved.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"> "Use mine. We'll switch back when you leave."</span></span>she said.<br/><br/>"Thanks." he said, "So which way to this Justin guy? What does he do?"