Martha was aware of how he responded when she scared him like that. She knew how it had been when she'd been in danger aboard the Barge and there'd been at least something to bring her back, how each time she'd died it'd been like something between his ribs.

Here there was no death toll; just silence and going on without her.

Martha frowned at him even harder when there was that noise, and she moved back towards her backpack, shoving the gun inside of it before she started to redo the straps again. "When you demanded that I get one when we first got here." Bella, she meant. "I got it from Hellsing."