Her grins widens, "Sorry," No she's not, if the way she's trying not to snicker is any indication.

Though she is well behaved around guns, regardless of how much alcohol she's consumed, so she looks with her eyes rather than her hands and gives an impressed whistle. It's pretty damn cool.

"You probably have Hellsing people to help with that, but I have a - friend who might know suppliers if you ever need it," The pause before friend is because she's talking about Jason and he's, you know, Jason.