"Guns, I have," he said, "you can keep it if you want it, or just put it in the bag...make sure it's unloaded though, if you do, there going to be a lot of ammo in these bags."<br/><br/>He kept going, wondering why she'd turned out like she had. Losing someone who was close did a lot of things to people, but he'd never met someone who'd ended up quite like her. Maybe she was on some sort of crusade to stop others from experiencig the same pain. That sounded just fucked up enough to be right, when he thought about it.<br/><br/>Still, he'd have to get rid of her eventually, perhaps for her sake, he'd keep her around a while linger though, plus, it had been a while since he'd had someone to talk to, and from what he saw, her ass wasn't too bad either.<br/><br/>"So, if you like keeping people from getting hurt so much, why haven't you joined a settlement by now? There are a few that take refugees, even ones who can't scavenge," he said.