"Spear I can do but I don't think I got any bows and arrows, lemme check..."

She wrinkles her nose, thinking about a bow and arrow, but comes up empty-handed. Shaking her head, she produces a spear instead and hands it over, "That'll be better for ya than that sad broom."

And it is a pretty sad broom. Where did he even get that? Why is he using it as a weapon? Who could know?

The guns are useful as far as she's concerned, but she's always had a weak spot for using a good blunt weapon or a stick weapon, like a polearm or whatever. There's just something so viscerally satisfying about hitting home to someone's head with a mallet.

"Guess I'm just not great with ranged weapons that aren't guns."