It took skill to wield two weapons at once with any kind of accuracy. Blaine wonders just how good she is at it, but doesn't let the idea distract him from her question. He shakes his head and offers Apollo her guns back. "No, Keisha's too big a girl to carry on me all the time."

He had thought about switching the Initiatives enhancements from the gun he had originally brought with him, but he never had. Said gun was still in the bedroom because he hadn't seen it on the table. Honestly, it would've been difficult for her to get that one without waking him. Of course she had braided who knows how many braids into his hair without waking him up, so who knew. At least she hadn't found a marker and drawn penises on his face.

But he hadn't looked in the mirror when he woke up either... No, she hadn't. She definitely would've busted out laughing at him by now, unable to contain her glee at her handiwork. No, his face was sharpie penis free.

"Clare," he said, momentarily thinking of a short curvy brunette, but it was quick and banished from his mind in a split second. The gun's name was similar but not the same, and if he hadn't named it before meeting her he might almost think the name was more special than it was. He had just liked it at the time. "She's in the bedroom."