She giggles and nods her head. "Yes. I'm glad." she says a bit shyly. "Tasershot is the bomb. Figuratively speaking." she thinks. "though I wonder...." she starts thinking. "...it could be possible to make....enhancing it with the explosive properties of a bomb...amplifying the power of a bullet..." she was muttering and currently lost in her own little world. She snaps out of her thoughts. Looking at him. Letting him lead her around and up to his house. Sure she gasped but that was only because it was a white house. And it actually still looked white. She snaps her attention to the man inside. Who was he? She mentally wonders to herself. Street instincts told her not to ask. She glared at the man. She was quite capable of handling herself no matter how dangerous the situation. The look on her face pure American street. She says nothing though. Listening without even appearing to be listening. Streets teach you a lot more useful skills than schools do. Bored she pulls out Taser Shot. Starts wiping it clean. "Damn jerk...spit on my gun..." she mutters angrily. Glaring at the ground like it might spontaneously combust into flames. She checks to make sure nothing was damaged. That it was in good working order. Flipping it in her hand and thrusts it back into her pocket. She had just started talking about her new idea for her new gun creation when the man Oshimi started to leave. Which included him needing to walk near her to get out the door. Which resulted in him being able to hear that she was muttering about a new type of gun to make.