Claire looked up slowly and then over to Jack. She'd finally lost all of her family. How could they even start to look for Chris though? Why was Jack so willing to help? He would putting himself on the line for this. He'd only met Claire and Chris less than a few hours ago, and now look at them. He couldn't have been part of this...no if he was he would've just grabbed her now, but what about the other group? She rubbed the tears off her face and spoke, her voice still a little shaky. "What if they had something to do with this?" She picked up the gun slowly. She was starting to get used to them, but that didn't mean she liked them. 

This thing while she hated to admit it was more effective than her knives. Though her knives had something that this thing never could have. They were silent. Retrievable, unlike bullets. And it didn't take as much to keep them up and running. No risk of jamming, nor any problem concealing them compared to a gun, especially the revolver she was holding. If she was going to use a gun though she wanted something a little longer ranged. With the range they had been fighting lately she realized she didn't care for it one bit. So maybe they could find her some sort of scoped rifle, and hopefully someone could teach her how to use and maintain it. To sight in the scope, account for wind, everything. Though it was obvious that Jack probably didn't have any of that given his past, and lack of such weapon. Maybe that guy Matt? Hm...Only time would tell, and that's only if they didn't take Chris. If they did then this would have to be the end of them after they told her where they took her brother...