My own gun... [ She breathes that idea in like it's a fresh-baked pie. ] That sounds so good.

[ Everyone in Hell should be running, honestly. ]

There's a bunch of random boxes in front of the hotel! Come on! I'll show you!

[ Eagerly, she leads them on. ]

Maybe you can find some more gun stuff, too! You need stuff other than bullets, right? Maybe a safety strap?

[ Like how you need one for a Wiimote or something. ]