When Eric pulled out a few of his own weapons, explaining his wakizashi, Kat looked at them and admired the blades silently. Guns were her passion but she did like swords and knives as well though she was never really taught how to use them professionally. â€œNice collection.â€ She commented with a light smile. The best she could do was wield a knife much like her hunting knife and not get herself cut; and she wouldnâ€™t deny that butterfly knives were fun to use as well. You could really cause some damage with them if you knew how to it effectively. As far as Kat was concerned, Eric scored a few more positive points in travelling lightly as he put it. The more she got to know him and how he went about things the more comfortable she felt.<br/><br/>By now, most of her previous partners would have laughed and said that they didnâ€™t have a weapon before taking her up on her offer. And chances are they probably wouldnâ€™t return itâ€¦. Scratch that, she knew they wouldnâ€™t; she has had to replace her knife about three times already. Take advantage of her then vanish before she could rip their head off. That was the favorite pattern of her pervious partners before she wised up. She was so grateful she didnâ€™t really have to worry too much here, but she was still careful. Especially considering he was somewhat suspicious about her gun (at least thatâ€™s how she took it) and Lord only knew what happened if he saw her assault rifle.<br/><br/>That gun was her baby. She could talk about it all day if she wanted to, has done so in the past around a few of her gun crazy friends.<br/><br/>Speaking of travelling light, that thing was heavy as hell and was well hidden under her clothes. Not that she suspected him, but hopefully he wasnâ€™t some sick pervert who enjoyed snooping through womenâ€™s underwear. The thought almost made her cringe.<br/><br/>â€œThe pistol is my own personal toy you could say, I brought it instead of my issued pistol to blend in a bit more in case something happens and the gun gets traced back. My grandfather use to work for the company that built the gun before the design was discontinued, itâ€™s really the only memory I have left of him,â€ she replied, getting her mind off negative thoughts though not before realizing that what she said could be a bit depressing. Kat paused a moment, biting her lower lip softly before continuing. â€œYouâ€™re right, Iâ€™m sorry for wanting to rush things. I donâ€™t mind getting something to eat. That was quite the trip and Iâ€™d be lying if I said I wasnâ€™t hungry myself.â€<br/><br/>Once again she had been so caught up in work that she hadnâ€™t realized she was hungry. The only thing that has been on her mind was the mission, getting it done and then reporting back hopefully with a criminal in cuffs or at least a name and a heads up as to whatâ€™s going on. She wasnâ€™t thinking much about food or rest at all, always focusing more on the task at hand and pushing herself a little. It wasnâ€™t like she did it on purpose that was just how she was.<br/><br/>â€œMaybe the food here will be better than their little welcome to their tourists,â€ she added to lighten the mood a bit more, with a bit of a shrug.