"Oh."

That sounds sad. The weapons he'd lost had belonged to friends, who she's guessing aren't around anymore. That's something she knows well, from having Javelin's...well, javelin. Knowing she was meant to carry it for a reason. And she thinks of Flag every time she holds a gun.

"What's a Sheikah Slate?" she asks, glancing down the road to make sure there are no trucks, but more interested in the conversation at hand.