"That was a good one," Sam says, as close as he'll get to wistful, though it's hardly as if he's an expert on weaponry. She taught him well how to use one, but he doubts he would have known one from another. She would, though, of course, that sort of thing as unsurprising as the fact that she's working at a gun club. He remembers how excited she'd been to find tools to make her own ammunition, how handy she's been with any sort of weapon any time he's seen her use one. It ought to be a good fit for her. "But yeah, definitely not surprising."

However little she might remember of the two of them, at least she knows that he'd know that. Then again, that's not really saying all that much. "A cab would be good. She's not used to weather this cold, either. And you said there'd be some money in there, right?"