( clementine eyes him carefully as he kneels down in front of her, and she tilts her head to the side at the sound of the voice too. he must not want anyone to know who he is? she can't think of another reason to make his own voice sound like that except the suit's cool.

it's seriously cool. ...as is the look of the gun that he holds out in offer. she wouldn't take it without one offered in kind. she feels too vulnerable otherwise. )

I wouldn't usually do this shit, but pretty sure if you wanted to kill me, you could, whether or not I had my gun. ( so she holds out her handgun to him and then takes his own in offer, examining it closer. she hasn't heard of modified guns before. in her own world, it's whatever people can find, and usually she runs out of ammo. ) Mine's just regular. Yours seems... special.