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That's good to hear. [Both that she had been training in general and that she'd gone ahead and gotten herself the gun.] What sort did you get?

[He tilted his head slightly as she closed her eyes and let out a breath. Clearly it wasn't her preferred way of doing things, but if she was this willing to bear with it, he wouldn't question her further.]

Alright, then. [He opened the door for her, revealing gray seating inside. It would look very dated to either of them, but it didn't suffer from holes, worn spots, or discoloration. All the damage was thankfully located on the outside of the car.] After you.