She shakes her head, coming a few steps closer to him. Conversations are easier when you're not feet away from the person you're talking to, after all.

"Not here. Don't need to, here." Which can be a double edged sword, but hey. She's getting used to it. And she can see that, him cluing in to her weird speech pattern, the curiosity that's starting to grow. She's just going to ignore it, test him out to see if he'll ask or if he's got the manners not to.

"What about you? Is this... regular thing, for you? Hoarding guns, sneaking around?