Carol smiled softly at that, carefully holding onto the gun with one hand and draping the scarf around her neck with the other. "Yes, they do," she agreed. Then she studied the gun for a long moment, her eyebrows furrowing. It wasn't new. She'd seen it before, in fact. When she realized where from, she looked up at him again, this time surprised.
"This is yours." It wasn't a question. She'd seen him with it many times.