She kissed him once more before sitting up, watching him with a small frown. She had wanted to just drop the topic of conversation and return to their previous focus. But he'd said, or thought, something that bothered her enough to stop for a moment. Maybe it was about control, she wasn't willing to give it up to him, not over this anyway. "I'm not stupid. Do you know how many people I've treated for gunshot wounds? Do you know how many of them I watched die while I was trying to save them? I think I know enough about safety not to accidentially hurt myself or someone else. If you want to take it, go ahead, but it's only going to raise questions when you turn it in." Questions like how she just happened to come across the service weapon of a guard who'd been killed months ago. If he was bent on taking the gun away from her, she wouldn't stop him. But she'd definitely have to come up with some very creative solutions to any problems that could bring.