There really were a lot of unexpected things in the trunk. She'd never have expected to see any of the things in there that were. She shook her head, taking in all the information. "Well if you need more I might have a source for you," she smirked. "When you're working with gadgets? You run across a lot of stuff. "Just don't ask for grenades or launchers. Believe me those are not easy to come by... even for us," she paused for a moment before shrugging. "What? I have connections," she said with a grin. Like she was going to give it ALL away? If she told him that she was the head of software for Wayne Tech - well Amy Beddoes was, and she was Amy. It would give too mcuh away.
She filed the infiormation away. So it dispelled but he wasn't telling her how to get rid of them. She should have expected this from Dean. If it was one thing she'd learned it was that a Winchester could be just as stubborn as a Gordon! She took the gun that he had been holding, feeling the heft of it in her hands. It was an unfamiliar feeling. Despite what Bruce had taught her she knew that guns were not always the enemy...despite what Bruce thought. It depended whose hands they were in. And from what she'd gathered? And the factthat there had been salt on her suit that night, this was probably what he'd shout her with. A lesson was still a lesson. "Just in case a wayward ghost or crime fighter happens to cross your path," she said with a good natured smirk. She looked down down at the box of shells, grabbing one nad looking it over thoroughly. "So juts take it and fill it with rocksalt. The tighter its packed the worse the punch?" she asked, tracing it with her finger.