As he described the character, she wrinkled her nose. "Well that's just fucking bull-" She stopped dead as he said the word "gun." Eyes wide, she started forward. There was a frenzy in her face that bubbled and hissed beneath her skin, a rolling panic that started in her eyes and rattled about in her heart. She snatched up the bullets, clumsily holding them in both hands. "I want the gun," she said firmly. "It's getting turned into a coffee mug." Any knowledge she had of Luther's past arms - that he surely still had - seemed to be forgotten for this panic.
The mention of the name Parker made her pause. "Parker? The...go green guy? He gives me recycling stuff..." His donations were funding her most recent project - Tasers for All. Or, well, Tasers for People Joanie Liked. "He's an idiot." She paused, pulling her hands closer to her stomach. "Now. Gun."