When he came back, she was prepared to ask the questions running in her head. Was he going to insist they leave? Did she even have time to change? Panicking questions. Because that's what she was doing; panicking. Then he handed her the gun. The cold metal felt heavy in her hands; more heavy than the gun really was. Yes, she knew how to use one, but that didn't mean she wanted the chance too. What if someone really did burst through the door? Would she even have the guts to shoot or would she just stand there like an idiot only to get herself injured or killed? She didn't even know.<br/><br/>As if the Hunter being close and Warren handing her the gun hadn't freaked her out, him saying he was going out into the icy storm only to try and put an end to this out her over the edge. She stood in a second, the gun clutched in her hands. "What?! You can't go out there! What if...what if gets the better of you and you get hurt or....or...." She trailed off, not being able to let the word fall from her lips. What if he'd gotten killed? What would she do then..?