Hands flying up to cover her ears, Ele winced at the loud crack of the gun. Face turning slightly pale, Ele shook her head at Tyler's offer,

"No thanks."

She said in a small voice, crossing her arms over her chest. Being this close to the weapons made her nervous, as Ele had grown up in a bad part of town where gun deals and firefights were common. A distinct memory of a black Glock sitting on her dining room table invaded Ele's mind, the echo of Tyler's gun still ringing in her ears.