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Did anyone ask you?

Is that a new...uhm...outfit?

Hey, you noticed. Yeah, I've upgraded. Got a new helm too- and there's a shader pack installed, to set the color scheme.

[ Hence why her armor is largely white and black now, with yellow markings and lining at the collar mirroring her own colors. It makes a change from the heavy mix of black and grey she tends to show up in. ]

Now I just need to find something to test this gear against.

I'm sure we could find some ruffians to explain the errors of their ways.

With extreme prejudice.

'We' could, huh? I like the sound of that. [ She always loves your attitude, Steve. ]

Ghost's got a lead on an uprooted beacon downtown. One of ours, left here so we can monitor the place. Could be accidental, but we need to make sure. Think you can lend us a hand?

Did you think I was gonna let you hog all the fun? [This is going to end in Steve getting beat up in an alley somewhere again, no doubt.]

I gotta get you to teach me some pointers on shooting one of these days.

Hey now, I just want to make sure there's some left for me. Can't be too careful with you running loose. [ At least this time he has a solid ton of friendly Titan to back him up. Not that she wants to intrude on his fun, of course. ]

[ She replaces the rifle she's holding at her back: it's hard to see what mechanism locks it in place, but there it stays, just like the shotgun on the other side. Woe betide anyone who thinks they're open to tampering. With a gesture to their human friend she'll start in the right direction, Ghost darting out to scout around them a little. The Titan's learned by now to settle down and match her pace with Steve's. ]

Good thought. You handle a gun much before?

Not really no. That's the sorta thing joining the Army was supposed to teach me.

[A tiny shrug from a tiny man.]

It doesn't look that hard, though.

Well, it ain't complicated. Every weapon takes work and practice. You might have to get used to being kicked by the recoil too, 'til you build your strength up.

[ But she thinks he's not going to be deterred by a little pain. She glances aside at him, sizing him up although candidate weapons have already jumped to mind. There's a part of her that is always so, so eager to offer judgment of other people's combat capability. ]

Have to find one that'll suit your weight. Some type of sidearm, maybe. Packs a punch, quick to handle, steadier than a hand cannon.

Oh?