Sam glanced over at the others weapon choice and narrowed his eyes, feeling that you could approximate someone's personality from the objects that they chose. Throwing knives, Kunai, Finger claws, he could tell that 'Jeff' was one who would fight aggressively, to be up and personal, and very dangerous. A sword, a dagger, and a blaster, Cinder was a mixed fighter, someone who didn't know what they were capable of just yet, who is undecided but willing to learn. Nate seemed like a nerd like himself, he quitetly commended him for his choice in weaponry if not a little enviously, the hammer felt like a smart choice utility wise, he had a feeling Nate was someone who was more grounded... as for Joby, a light saber, a keyblade, and a Buzz Lightyer wrist laser, Sam had a feeling that Joby was someone grounded in fantasy, but did that mean that lost sense of reality? He hoped not.<br/><br/>Putting down the frying pan, a smile smirk tugging at his lips that a common kitchen item was grouped with dangerous weapons and walked around the room once more feeling indecisive. Sam sighed, glancing over the weapons table for what felt like the fifteenth time. Nothing seemed to be jumping out at him...and that's when he saw it. no...no ******* way! Sitting on the table was a DC-17m Interchangeable weapons system, just like from Republic Commando. It was his favorite Star Wars game as a kid, so there was no way he wouldn't recognize it. It seemed to have all the modules, even the ones that weren't in the game and a Dc-15s side arm. Sam picked it up and it just felt so right. "And sold!" he said to himself. Scanning eyes once over he decided to snatch up the identity disk and wearily glanced over to the frying pan. Eh, might as well. He placed the cast iron pan into his MOLLE pack, along with any ammo he deemed necessary then holstered the D.C.-15s to his side and the ID Disk onto his back. He was so pleased he almost stopped filming... almost.