That shotgun, his pistol and the Impala were all he knew. They always stuck around when everything else disappeared, or died, or got lost. Those were his babies and she definitely didn't need to understand that. That was between him and them.

He winked in her direction when she held out a hand, taking about 5 seconds to fill the clip and hand it over to her. It had taken him years to get it down, when the ammo was ten times bigger than his little kid fingers.

"Go ahead."