[Burritos it is. Spicy does sound good, that she can agree on. Ginia wonders what his definition of "real" food is, but she doesn't press. Background, personal details, of course she wants to know everything. She loves people, loves their lives and how they tick, but oh, it's so hard separating sincerity from survival at times.

If she pries, it opens up permission for him to pry back and that won't do.

Ginia mulls over his list as they get in line. Armor. An interesting and sensible first choice. Says a lot. That she can respect. It's lower on her list of priorities, but she's a regular one hit wonder; things are going bad if she's taking shots. Still, something light wouldn't be bad, just in case.]

Look at you, a man after my gear list.

[She's also too tired to play-flirt, but sometimes the words and sarcasm leak out. She'll take a handgun over a rifle right now. Easier to conceal, not looking for any serious fights. Ammo is a big question though. A knife, god, she misses her combat knife. Her hand still twitches for a knife that isn't there. Grenades aren't her style, but she can agree with GPS overlay or similar tech. There too she misses the tech in her eyes, the familiar glow of data and overlays and data points.

Also he's better at signing some words that others. The smoothness is noted.]

I'm trying to suss out the ammo situation first. I could use a baton, extendable preferably.