Saga chuckled as he spoke of the weapons he'd picked up, remembering the ornate antique silver handled Winchester he'd picked up for her and she wore as many women might wear a treasured piece of jewelery from a lover. It wasn't a sensible weapon and she also carried knives and a snub nosed revolver with a much higher accuracy level, but it was impressive to look at and important to her. "You must be running out of room in your little steel box by now." She teased him. His eidetic memory was yet another plus point.