"Not a problem at all!" he replied with a grin. Roxas should have guessed that this was Henrietta from the journals. Then again, a lot had been going on so he had something of an excuse for not knowing at first glance. "I'm glad you made it!" He almost frowned despite himself. She was a lot younger than he had expected. What did a little girl need a gun for anyways? Well, he supposed he couldn't question every odd quirk people had around here. Because there sure were some odd folks around...

"A... .357SIG, you said?" he asked walking towars their small but growing gun collection. Roxas wondered if Mr. Gene had brought any guns of that style with him. From what he had seen, he wouldn't be surprised. "Lemme take a look... if we don't have anyt I'll bet Mr. Cid can get you some in just a few days," Roxsa told her. "He's got lots of connections around here even though he's only been here a little while like most the rest of the folks I've met. He's really great." He fiddled around with some crates and boxes. "Hey, so, erm... how'd you get here Henrietta?"