For a moment, Sonya could just stare at the pistol, before setting her mug down. When was the last time she'd shot one of those-not since before the tournament. A sidearm wasn't the strongest of firearms, but in a pinch.

She took it from her, her grip careful, holding it like it was a sort of treasure instead of a military-issue. She heard herself choke, inwardly unable to bring herself to tell Cass that she may not be allowed to bring it through her. After all, she didn't hold a weapon when she came through here.

Her vision started to blur and she quickly shut her eyes to clear them. Stupid of her to get emotional over a weapon.

"I'd need some target practice." She forced herself to remain composed. "Been over a year since I shot one."