She nods but doesn't say anything as he moves away from her. They are strangers to each other and she's already seen him use the weapons more than once. She can't deny she's drawn to the controlled threat of violence, but she doesn't consciously know why and so she lets those thoughts go, the way she always does when things in her mind aren't clear. When she can feel herself heading toward the walled off parts of brain.

She doesn't think she would have touched the guns, but she tends to be full of surprises. Even to herself.

In order to distract herself from the uncomfortable thoughts, and also to keep this going in the right direction, she takes the opportunity to remove her coat and step out of the boots, leaving her in just her green, buttoned sweater and the heavy wool pants she'd found in the dome.