He watched her very carefully, and listened just as carefully as she explained and showed him how to do it. It all made sense, and given enough time, he probably would have puzzled it out on his own, but their was something extremely reassuring about having a professional teach him, even if it was a bit of a crash course.<br/><br/>With a nod of his head, he would silently follow her, and take the bullets. He placed them in his backpack, then took both shotguns and the rifle; that was what he could reasonably handle without running the risk of dropping a gun. He carried them over to the kitchen, made sure the counter was clean and dry, and carefully set each one down in its own place, with a bit of blank space separating them.<br/><br/>If she needed more guns brought over, he would make a second trip, making sure to handle the weapons with care and respect.