She shook her head, it was typical, stupid self important rubbish, the idea that not having flashy powers was any kind of a hinderance.
"See thats it isn't it, better what you can do with your own hands, or a weapon. More effective anyway"
As for the weapon, she had a few ideas of what she wanted, something simple but powerful. That could take down Sam...no, not Sam, the Cylon calling himself Number Nine.
"No, nothing excessive, It'll need a bit of power, armour piercing kind of thing I suppose. You have any ideas, I know a few of the guns on this world but nothing like what we have back home"