Never shy with other people's property, Mica helps herself to the gun, ammo and assorted goods. She eyes the plastic bag critically before she tucks it into her pocket. The money brings a smile to her lips and the bills are neatly folded and tucked underneath the small plastic bag.<br/><br/>She tenses when Taylor bursts into the room but when no angry shouts or gunfire follow his leap, she straightens, and looks over to Iris and Junior. Sharing is caring, and she hestitantly holds out the gun on an outstretched hand. "I'm not good with these. Either of you?"