He snorted, before pulling out his PDA, and tapping for a couple files, and then swinging it about to show her. "Which one would you like to feel robbing you of your immortality?"<br/><br/>The PDA had a wikiwalk worth of information on rifles, handguns, mortars, machine guns, any sort of man portable and useable weapons. It didn't have the plans for most of them, but it did have them for two of the weapons, the M16A4 and the M9. He had been a marksman with the M16, but had only been able to purchase an M9 once he got out. But once someone used one, you never really forgot how to. He stood up as she went through the files, and slid around behind her, his hands boldly rubbing her sides. "And where would you like to feel it hit? Between your breasts, pulping your heart so you can slowly choke to death, but leaving your perfection otherwise unblemished? Through your throat, to sever your spine and trachea, letting you die without pain, wondering what hit you? Through your head, so you can find out what the afterlife is like without ever even knowing who your killer was?<br/><br/>That is what MY civilization was like. Death everywhere around you, his hands on your body, the only question was when, where and how."