"In the cabinet behind you. Second shelf. Zero-one-two-four-one-eight-nine-nine." She gave a small amused huff, holding out her hand for the gun and expertly jacking the slide when Barnes passed it over. "And yes, before you ask, it's my birthday." Or so she'd always believed. It hadn't really mattered much when she'd been just a young vampire ingenue.

"You have a mouthful of teeth and an impressive set of claws," she remarked, adding a few more weapons, three boxes of silver ammunition, as well as three boxes of ultraviolet bullets too, just in case, and zipped up the duffel. "I can't imagine you'd get much use out of a trigger once you shift." More of a hindrance than a help, really.