Slowly, almost reverently, Leanne reached for the gun. Carefully testing its weight in her hand, she switched to holding it with both hands, before moving it back to her right hand.

Perfect.

The feeling that came over her then, that giddy, confident feeling: it probably should have worried her, made her question just how having a weapon like this could make her feel like that. But she just couldn't find it in her to even wonder for more than a passing moment, not with everything this meant.

This was something she could have some control over, something she could do.

"Thanks, Renamon," she said softly, finally coming back to the real world as she reached for clip as well. "I really appreciate it."

At the girl's offer, Leanne nodded, instantly sure of her answer. "Yeah, I'll go. It could really help us, right?"