He almost doesn't understand what she's talking about until she points. Right. The gun. He almost says something snide, about how if Chloe has one he might as well tote one around too, right? That way they can match. It'd be funny.

But he bites it back, and he's not entirely sure why. It'd be - incorrect. Inefficient. Yes. That's it, exactly. There's no emotional attachment to that reasoning whatsoever. Not a shred of it.

That would be a problem.

"I might need it." He has something better here, now that he's remembering. The rifle that shoots lasers. But it's more obtrusive, and a gun is more easily tucked away. "You know how it can be here. The closets cough these things up easy as breathing."