She was mere moments from throwing herself firmly onto the cushion before she heard his comment and paled. "Y....are you fucking kidding me? You have a shot gun under your damn couch cushions!?" she frowned, throwing the cushions to the side. Sure enough, there it was.<br/><br/>"I'm not sleeping on top of a gun thanks." she frowned, taking it and propping it securely (she hoped) against the wall nearby.