Clyde grins wide as he picks up a revolver from the selection; a .357 close to the one he has, accept for it's blued finish as apposed to the dull gray of his current piece.<br/>"Perfect!" He exclaims as he fastens the gun's holster to his belt, opposite his other giving him the appearance of a Western movie cowboy on his way to a shootout. He grabs a box of .357's and divides it between the two inner pockets on his vest.<br/><br/>"Well, we're<span style="font-style: italic">kinda</span>on the front lines right now, even in here..." Clyde says in response to Elias' question as he scans the arrangement of ammunition for 12 gauge shotgun shells. He strikes gold when he finds an ammo belt half stocked with the little red cylinders. Quickly he slips the sawed-off from it's holster on his back and pops open the breech, replacing and empty shell before sliding the back into it's place and throwing the belt over his shoulder...