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"It's alright I suppose, I only wanted to show you a few things, thats all." Amnity began to walked to her storage room, then looked back over to Zahzi. "Oh, right." She hustled back over to him and supported him by his arm. "You need help?"

Amnity couldn't help but laugh a bit at his incoherency and sudden clumsiness. She held his arm again before he accidentally trips on his own foot or something. "Hehe, I'm sorry but it does look like you still need some help. Here, this way." She lead him over to a door beside the kitchen. It looked like a closet or something, but for some reason there seemed to be more locks on it then a regular door has. The soldier didn't need a key to open it though, she just grabbed the knob and twisted it with so much force it nearly tore the wood around it. The door opened with a squeak, revealing a dimly lit room. "Should I turn on the lights? Or is that a bad idea for you?"

Amnity frowned. Thats isn't really what she meant. ".....Alright....Whenever you're uncomfortable just tell me." She said before reaching over to the light switch. She knew that Zahzi was a bit uncomfortable with the weapons she carried sometimes....She didn't want to bother him with what he was about to see. The soldier flipped the switch, and immediately the room was illuminated. It was like a scene from a horror/military movie, but it was real this time. Guns and artillery from all faces of time were hanging by the wall, kept on the shelves, some were even hung up on the ceiling. Amnity pushed aside some tubes of C4 that were all cluttered on the floor. "Sorry, it's a bit messy." She picked up at army grenade and leisurely tossed it back into a a barrel filled with tons and tons of explosive mines. The soldier held out her hand for Zahzi in case he needed assistance in entering the room. She seemed a bit....Happier though, it could be seen in her eyes. She was in a place where she felt at ease, a place where she loved....Even if it did look like a military surplus store. There was nothing in the room that was brightly colored, it was either army green, camouflage, black, or red.....And the red was coming from the dried blood that were still on some of the guns. "Is there something wrong?"

He must have not noticed that there was no spot on the wall that was bare. Amnity immediately grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him away from what he was actually leaning against. The row of small land mines that were hung up glowed a light red, then made a small clicking noise. Amnity was silent, almost sweating in nervousness. Then suddenly, it turned off and she let out a sight of relief. "That was close....Try not to touch anything Zahzi....Okay?"

Amnity patted him on the shoulder and held his arm, leading him deeper into the room. "As long as you don't hear a 4th click, then we'll get to live another day. Watch your step." She said, kicking aside a Luger pistol that must have fallen out of it's hanger. "I should really start cleaning this place up..."

"I don't expect you to." Amnity said, laughing too. She pushed aside some of her other guns, trying to find the one she was looking for. "Do you use guns? No wait...You don't...Just bullets?"

Amnity smiled. She then straightened up and held his wrist, tugging him along. "Have you ever heard of the expression 'A gun that as made for you' Zahzi?"

Amnity smiled, then stopped in front if what it looked to be a cabinet with a lock in it. Amnity scanned the cabinet, trying to remember where she hid the key. "Here, I want to show you something. When I was young, you could imagine, I had no toys. I was born and raised in the agency, trapped inside my own little cell. Between the frequent shots of lithium and intense training, I would just stay in my cell, no way out but the sealed door that was on the ceiling." She checked under the cabinet, reaching her hand out, still trying to find the key. "The only thing I did have with me was my gun....Well, not really a gun. This particular one was made for me....Really made for me. You see, when we were born, after they altered us they created what we call A.M.G which stands for artificial mechanical guardian. Its a part of us, and I'm trying not to be over cliche but we are a part of them. Its signal was implanted in our brain, taking in some of our knowledge too." The soldier finally found the key, smiling. "I know that this will sound weird but....He was my friend when I was alone..." She unlocked the lock and opened the door.

It just looked like a regular rocket launcher.....But it was entirely black and it was taller then Amnity herself. She sighed, looking at the gun in sadness. "....AJ?...." She asked, her voice barely audible. There was no response....Of course there wasn't, it was just a gun right? "AJ..." Amnity reached over and touched it and suddenly, it made a low charging sound, as if it were turning on.
'A....Am....N....I....Ty....' A robotic voice rang through her head. It was speaking to her like it always was. She reached over and smiled, taking it from its stand. It weighed over 189 lb, though she lifted it with ease. "Well...Yeah. Zahzi, this is my most cherished possession." The soldier said, being careful now to touch it against anything else. She scratched her let and let out a nervous chuckle. "I know, I know, you think I'm weird now don't you?"