Isabel had already cleaned up by the time that William asked her his question about what sort of gun she liked to fire. She glanced back at him, her eyes filled with a rather dark and serious gaze to them as opposed to the neutral and somewhat awkward appearance that they usually carried. "It doesn't matter to me what kind of gun I fire. All that matters to me is that it can kill the target." Since she had his attention for the time being, she spoke again with words that were likely to dig up rather fresh wounds for the captain, but she honestly didn't care at the moment. She had thoughts that had put her in a permanently bad mood since the moment she hit that battlefield, so thinking about other people's feelings wasn't exactly high on her priority list. "I'm going to kill the pilot of that Black Gouf. Until that man is dead, nothing else matters to me right now... But after that, some questions need to be answered about that last operation."