For the weapons they've been given, Raven has no use for them. Though she could learn how to properly use a bow and arrow and a spear, she much prefers a gun. She can stay far away from those who can easily overpower her and use a single shot to take them down at a distance.

Besides, she still thinks as though she's one leg down.

Her comfort remains with technology. Building bombs, fixing radio channels, using a rifle and even fixing those. She looks to the weapons with not much of a personal interest in them. She isn't desperate to hold any in her arms unless she's being taught by someone she thinks to be skilled in handling the weapon. So far, there's only one person she'd consider, and he's named after a giant cat.

"The inn has people living in it," she says conversationally. She remains unaffected by the concerns being raised. "The butcher shop doesn't. Unless someone's moved in next door?" She quickly glances around, shoulders lifted. She doesn't quite know where everyone's staying, and a part of her knows she should. "Do we really want to store the one thing we've got to use to our advantage in a place where there's no security? Just because this place is deserted doesn't mean it's safe."