Blaine releases her foot and watches as she Apollo gets the twin to Kaboom. Sometimes, when she makes those extremely feline-like sounds, he imagines her with fur and hackles raised. If she had a tail, it probably would be all too perfect. It would lash around and accompany the stiffness of her wings when she got annoyed or angry at something. Giving her more animal characteristics was far to easy.

He reached out and took the guns, feeling their weight in his hand. They were heavier than his modern weapons, and despite looking the same he can definitely tell which is which. He lifted Kaboom and looked her over, down the sight, over her handle. "Explosive and heavy," he agreed. He could see why she might pack more of a wallop. Bang was lighter, and he turned her over in his other hand. "Easier to control if she's lighter. Were they always like this?"