[There's a tiny victorious smirk when he backtracks from the nickname nonsense that fades fast when she realizes she has gotten way more involved in this weapons thing than she meant to. The injection gun isn't even hers, she just kinda found it, why can't there be something in between "get rid of the horrifying poison gun forever" and "that's rad as hell and I want to know how it's made because there's totally a market for it," she doesn't ask for a lot.
She squints at the gun and pulls a face at the prospect of liquefied organs, because gross. Not that tubocurarine is an especially fun way to go or she has any place to judge because of it but still.]
Um. I'm glad this is weapons-judgement-free-zone and all, but that probably counts as touching my stuff, and I'm still making not doing that a rule.
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Date: 2016-06-30 07:10 pm (UTC)She squints at the gun and pulls a face at the prospect of liquefied organs, because gross. Not that tubocurarine is an especially fun way to go or she has any place to judge because of it but still.]
Um. I'm glad this is weapons-judgement-free-zone and all, but that probably counts as touching my stuff, and I'm still making not doing that a rule.