Giggles tapped his chin, then slung his machete from his belt and handed it to Colin in its leather sheath. [color=darkkhaki]"Hit someone real hard with it- Oh, you've got a basher already? No prob. Mm."[/color]

Crossing to a display case for pistols, Giggles realised he was a little out of his depth. The first thing to catch his eye was a revolving flechette that would shred a man from twenty paces, and his instinct was to curse the fact that Valentine didn't seem to stock hollow-points (not in the open, anyway). Fun times for him; not quite the kind of thing an out-of-work mechanic would gravitate towards.

[color=darkkhaki]"Marco's definitely taking a sideways step on the ladder, yeah,"[/color] he chatted as he checked the mechanism on a white polymer handgun. [colour=darkkhaki]"And the two of you'll be in luck real soon if you're looking for a ship on its way out. Things are gonna go a little haywire the longer we're cooped up. Say, I'll help you, I already owe Marco a ride."[/colour] He passed Colin a pistol with a short barrel and a firm grip. 

[color=darkkhaki]"Rilke J9. Glove attachment makes it quicker to draw. Not too picky about bullets, so take three magazines and reload whenever you get the chance."[/color] The Hound pricked its ears, and Giggles looked up abruptly and somewhat late. [color=darkkhaki]"Hey, this might just be mask stank, but do you smell smoke? Crash smoke."[/color]