[With that growl ringing in her ears, Christine's demeanor shifts slightly. The look in her eyes grows a bit darker. With those shining demon eyes, it's very difficult for her to hide her emotions. It's clear that yes, she's still having fun with this but now is not the time for laughing and odd conversations. She crouches down beside him, her footsteps practiced and quiet.

And then she stares at the offered gun. It's something that she wouldn't have thought twice about taking a few months ago. Her skills aren't the greatest with firearms, they're a little too loud for her tastes but she would have been an idiot to descend into this sweating pit without some knowledge of how to use them.

She takes it from him, along with the extra clip. The weight of the gun is familiar and it's strangely comforting but the next thoughts that swim through her head aren't. This town really likes to point out all the ways she's changed, how different she's become. When Erik had last known her, she would have shied away from even touching a knife, let alone a gun...

She can practically hear his voice being protective and parental about her current situation, not expecting her to be capable of handling such things. But...none of that really matters. Erik isn't here and even if he was...it probably still wouldn't stop her.

Christine looks up and spots some sort of tree-like growth.]

I'm going to fly up there and take a look. Sounded like it was close enough that I might be able to see it. Get an idea of what we're dealing with.