Wyatt wasn't entirely sure what her explanation of that dream meant, but he was getting used to not fully understanding things by this point. He'll understand it all eventually, he figured, unaware of the scope of how much there is for him to learn ahead for how simple his mind can be.
"Let's see here," he started, trying to remember all the details and terminology. "I'm in the Mist division, if that's right? I was out on another base doin' some target practice training. My weapon's shotgun, and uh, here..."
He took the shotgun that he had left leaning against the wall and presented it to her.
"I call her c**k n' Load," Wyatt grinned proudly as he presented the gun. He felt Siv's typical level of disdain towards him flared up at that moment. She loathed that nickname. "Her real name or whatever is Siv and she's a b***h, but hey, maybe she'll warm up to me."
"So s**t, since you're real then it's good to know someone who can show me some of the ropes a bit," he started. "I didn't get to meet many folks when I first woke up before I left."
