She couldn't think of a better place to be at that moment. She was as content as a cat. And warm too, inspite of the cold temperatures outside. She rested her cheek against his chest. If she could have purred as his fingers traced her own. Her toes gently traced over his calf.
She chuckled as he mentioned X. "Well you were pretty busy. So you're teaching Robin how to shoot a... What your SIG?" She knew a handgun was a good deal different than a riffle. The kickback usually seemed harder, or maybe that was because the butt was in your hand instead of against your shoulder.