Standing up and making his way to the array of weaponry, Gaius looked over them. He was not unskilled with weapons but his greatest strengths lay in his intellect and his powers. A handgun caught his eye, a simple thing but with enough bulk to feel good and weighty in his hand when he removed it from the rack. He faintly remembered from Julius' journal how he had opted to use a handgun rather than his powers if he needed to do something he was ashamed of but saw as necessary; like killing someone without implicating himself.

"I'll take this one. I'm fairly proficient with small arms." He told Lauren, showing her the handgun as he joined her near the targets.

Rhiannon had not moved from her chair, carefully watching the members of the team choose their weapons with interest; they all had entertaining characters and she needed, as well as wanted, to understand them as quickly as possible. Gaius' choice of weapon did not escape her and a memory of his forebear standing alone in a dark room surrounded by dead and bleeding bodies, empty shell cases on the floor around him, sprung to the fore.

[i]Don't forget they're different people.[/i]