“I like it a lot,” she admitted. Then her smile faded. “But I think it’s too big, considering how many grenades I’d have to carry to make it dependable. It also strikes me as the kind of tool that excels in niche use cases rather than full-time use. I’m going to need to carry one or two weapons I can really lean on.”
I nodded, pleased she’d been able to separate her feelings about what was most fun to use from what would be most useful in her upcoming mission. Either it meant she’d learned a lot in the time she’d been with Gloria and me or I’d been underestimating her the entire time. Perhaps a bit of each. Regardless, it meant she was making the right kinds of decisions.
We tried a few more guns until she’d tried nearly everything in the chest. I was almost ready to start packing up whe
