Lost in her thoughts, his voice was distant to her; clear, but distant. Nodding slowly just so he knew she'd heard him, she picked up another gun...then another...and another. Too light, way too heavy. It might have been the fifth or sixth gun before she paused. In her hand she held a small pistol; it was light enough that she could hold it up easily, but yet heavy enough that it wasn't like holding onto a piece of drift wood wrapped in aluminum foil.<br/><br/>Turning to him, she took a deep breath, smiling awkwardly. "I think...this is the one," she said. "Though I guess I should go change before we shoot at stuff...."