G stayed silent for a moment, readjusting his strategy, trying to find the right combination of arguments that would make her see reason on this. "All right. You don't fight your friends. But, do you want to help them? Training with them, learning to fight with them, helps them as much as it helps you. It helps them get experience that might save them in the field."
It was an effort but G managed not to roll his eyes. "The point is that you learn how to use it. Now, while I might prefer you take the shot if you can, so long as you can pass the qualification test, which is all shot against non-human targets, whether you actually carry the gun or not is your choice. I would recommend it. But, if you can defend yourself, efficiently, some other way, then that's fine.
"Abby," he said firmly, "I know you have no training in some of this. This is the training. I'm not asking you to do any of it in the field. I'm asking you to study with us and learn what we do in the field. We're a small group. We all have to have at least a basic understanding of what all the others do in order to successfully do what we're used to doing in our world. There are precisely thirteen people here was can be sure of absolutely trusting," he continued at a lower tone, angling his body to block as much potential surveillance as he could. "And that's including Vance and Hetty, who have to be free to do their work keeping us as independent as they can. I'm not asking you to be like me -- I like you too much to wish that on you. But, I need you to realize there is no other choice right now.
"None of want to be doing half the things we're doing, if that much. But, if we aren't working together and we don't follow certain directives, we're all going to fail. It has to be one for all and all for one here, Abby. We won't survive it otherwise."