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[center][h1][color=9e005d]June Fowler[/color][/h1][/center]
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[center]Location: Pinned to the wall of the MRAP by a scary lady
Skills: N/A[/center]

	To say things were getting intense was an understatement. As a whole June felt herself getting more flustered. Not because she was getting pinned to a wall by a scary woman and this would have been a fun fantasy were it not the end of the world, but because it was the end of the world and she got herself called out for doing something extremely selfish. And now there was yelling. When asked if things were under control, June tried to speak, but could only manage a nod herself. She had given up any fight she had left. Running a whole day on fight and flight took a lot out of her cognitively that she normally wasn't up for giving. 

	She almost spoke up when Billie unclasped the bag that held the guns. Not because she was objecting to that, but because a lot of her personal articles were in there. A laptop, tablet, and a bunch of other essentials. Though... none of her prescriptions. Those, like the car she and her father had rebuilt were still back in the city itself. Yes, she could live without them. None were life threatening. However... they made life considerably easier. when told to go back into the van, June simply nodded again, and when she began to climb she heard Billie mention that there were only two guns. A part of her still wanted to hide it. Keep it for herself. Now she felt she needed it more with how she turned everyone away. But she didn't have the strength anymore to fight. She couldn't handle another confrontation. 

	Gus had proposed only giving guns to people who knew how to use them. Kali had offered to even let someone use the rifle should they know how. But not without June herself giving up the guns. Lex seemed to be more prepared for things, on alert, staying up to date on their goings on ons. Turning so she could face Billie June finally found the words to speak while sitting just barely inside of the MRAP. "[color=9e005d]I still have one... I'm familiar with guns though.[/color]" She briefly wondered if that would be seen as intentionally holding a gun out from the stash she stole. If that would cause more problems. "[color=9e005d]I can... I can give it back.[/color]" June said as she reached into her belt and pulled the gun she clearly knew how to hold, but was so jostled up she could barely keep a grip on it. Not only was this a gun she was not familiar with, she was still only a bad episode from having a total breakdown.

	Handing the gun back to Billie barrel pointed off to the side in her attempt to keep it as safe as she could, she gave it off. "[color=9e005d]I'm not that good with a hand gun though. I learned on rifles and shotguns mostly.[/color]" June said, some of her own voice returning.