Juliet remained silent for the duration of the car ride. It actually felt like some of the car rides she would take with her ex-husband toward the end of their marriage. She wondered if Ben would be number two, but despite the fact that Ben had very clearly chosen a gun over herself she was willing to work it out if he was willing to get rid of the gun. He just chose the stupidest thing to stand firm on. Juliet hated guns. She loathed them. She pulled bullets out of patients on a near daily basis. It wasn't pretty.