Despite his helmet, Jason can't help but smirk back at her.

"Jericho 941s. Nothing too fancy but they usually get the job done," he replies. His arsenal is large enough that he's free to switch to whatever type of handguns he wanted. A vigilante with a reputation like his needed the variety, lest he be too easy to identify. Tonight just happened to be a Jericho mood.

"I've never seen your gear before."