[Seems to be only an honest question to him, though, so the moment she asks it, Carl turns his attention to her with a momentary pause to adsorb her words and a shake of his head to follow. Of course he remembers her from before, too, so there is more of a level of openness to her.]
My guns? No. They're from home. [For which he feels slightly lucky to have, so long as he doesn't use up the bullets. There was no such blanket on him for a long time back home so he is pretty much oblivious to her jealousy.]
But there was other stuff I found laying around the wreckage. [He motions to lesser things on his person like the knife at his side and bits of string and small but potentially useful pieces of junk tied to his belt. Some of those pieces dull, others sharp with their purpose seeming like uncrafted tools.]
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My guns? No. They're from home. [For which he feels slightly lucky to have, so long as he doesn't use up the bullets. There was no such blanket on him for a long time back home so he is pretty much oblivious to her jealousy.]
But there was other stuff I found laying around the wreckage. [He motions to lesser things on his person like the knife at his side and bits of string and small but potentially useful pieces of junk tied to his belt. Some of those pieces dull, others sharp with their purpose seeming like uncrafted tools.]