She grinned, taking the bullets and putting them in her jacket pocket, sliding the safety on the gun and putting it away. She glanced at him when he finished talking about the shooting and stuff, "Hell, Connor...if you want me to just slow them down, I'll just shoot them in the damn kneecap."

She rubbed her temple slightly but that was it. No more headaches, so more slippery mental state. Despite what Connor had said earlier, she could tell things were getting more dangerous. Getting her hands on the gun had unlocked the in-between memories she had needed, and since so much was unlocked, the rest of her had followed. It also reminded her that she had business to do. How dare he tell her she didn't pass as a hunter...that old bastard. Not that he was a bad guy...but still.

She kind of shrugged, slipping the knives away. She went over to him, taking his hand in hers. "Alright. Heading out sounds good...we can get to Salem, search and then get back to Marl. Right?"