"I'd go," Karin said, surprising herself with her own total lack of hesitation. Perhaps it was that Charlie's answer had struck a chord with her. Given all that had gone on of late, and the tension and stress that had plagued her, Karin clung to the idea of being alive, feeling equal parts terrified of and intrigued by such a modus operandi. Too, it was a plan she suspected Fiona would be strongly in favor of, which only added to its appeal in Karin's eyes. "To either, really," she added. She speared a bit of lettuce and a thin-sliced bit of prosciutto. "You won't find anyone on this side of the table who's afraid of firearms, whether they shoot bullets or paint balls." She looked up to Fee, flashing a proud, almost maternal smile. "That one over there is even licensed for concealed carry."