Ana always kept her gun holstered unless she planned to use it here. Her time on the Barge had taught her how ridiculous their world had been especially when it came to weapons. Occasionally she'd needed to rely on skills of subtlety; not something that were often needed at home. "It's nice to have an energy weapon again; bullets are so messy." For the amount of killing people that Ana had done in the past, she really disliked blood.

"Thank you, Rex, I mean it." Hugging him again, Ana gestured toward the obscenely large and windowed kitchen. "How are things going otherwise?"