"My god, I'm being accompanied by a walking arsenal. Are you carrying grenades too or are those in your other bag?" he asked in awe. Sure, he'd seen the arsenal last night but his exhausted and overloaded brain hadn't made much of it beyond the recognition of weaponry.
His service revolver and pocket knife felt underwhelming in comparision. Well, at least one of them was prepared.
"I hate GPS systems. You drive faster than it wants, it bitches. You don't drive as fast as it wants you too, it bitches. You get lost, its your fault. It even sounds snotty," he grumbled. "The last time it told me to u-turn in the middle of a four lane highway."