Kitten, after getting the hang of removing the clips and ammo, began to do so on his own, leaving Dreamer to interact with the cow.  He hastily opened up a pouch in his bag, dumping the shells in- he could tell some of the shells were different shapes and sizes, but he'd figure out what type of bullet went to what type of gun later.  As for the weapons themselves... he wasn't sure how many to take, if it were wise to take any more than his own at all.<br/><br/>----------------------------------------<br/><br/>Marice and Jenten nodded.  Jenten frowned.  "Marice, here's Emiko's revolver, switch with me for now.  I can't see well enough to use a gun."<br/><br/>Marice groaned- she didn't want to part with her wonderful, oh-so-fun melee weapons, but knew Jenten was right.  She handed Jenten the punching daggers, and caught Emiko's revolver as Jenten tossed it to her.<br/><br/>"Your orders, First Sergeant?"