Yes, a gun. Specifically that one dream you gifted to dream me. It's shiny! And no, I'm not going to go firing it without doing so in a shooting gallery and whatnot.
[And then there's that question that she knows what it means.]
It's just some minor scratches, not that different from the claw marks across my neck?
[By which she means yes she's bleeding and probably not bandaging herself as well as she should. Meaning yes Helen, come tend to your daughter, she won't fight you.]