If Joy hadn't been so damn tired, then she probably would've reacted very rashly to having a gun shoved to her mouth like an offensive body part. She didn't bother much with it, knowing that she had her 1911 under her pillow just in case. For now, she just tried to sleep. Her dog tag fell out from between her chest as she entwined one of her legs in between Lyn's, securing her hold by wrapping both arms around her waist. Joy couldn't really explain why she was doing this, but she was probably seeking out warmth due to the bed being rather cold. She just dozed, only the sound of her breathing greeted the Thinker.