Jackie laughs, at Terry's comments on the previous outfitter. "Do keep in mind, Wrench was rather busy keeping the supers who actually went out on field missions regularly equipped. The stuff we're using was what he could throw together in his spare time, or cast offs. Although... I'm not sure you want to give Star a handgun--" "Fire and smoke and death and metal. Ill omens rise. Spear and spark and blade and spell and wing and song." She seems to become more lucid, for a brief moment. "No guns."<br/><br/>Jackie shrugs. "I was just gonna say 'because she's a terrible shot', but that works too. I think. For me? Hell, I'll take what you can get. Give me your most unreliable and dangerous weapon, I'll make sure it works, perfectly, once. Give me good armor; the others can take the hits, or avoid them, but not me."