Studded belts could be cute and tough; Kanji didn't utter a peep about any of the choices she was making: Half because it wasn't his place to tell her exactly what to wear, and two that - for someone who hates shopping - she was getting pretty good at it.

He was snapped from his thoughts with a simple question. Despite a small sound of uncertainty in his throat, he nodded. From an outside perspective, sure, it sounded like a whole lot of bullshit to take all at once. It sounded like something out of some weird supernatural TV show.

"Wouldn't make any'a that shit up if I tried. I could show you, but... I dunno exactly how to turn into the animal form that god gave me anymore. I mean, I can kinda feel it somewhere real deep in, but--"

He blinked, frowned. "Military surplus? ...What, like, guns, ammo, armor? Nah. At least, I dunno."

But as he remembered, he stood up straighter. "...Ohh! Shit, why didn't I think of that?! Fortuna! Okay-"

He raised an arm a little over a foot above his head. "Y'wanna look for this really tall chick with ram horns n' fangs. Goes by Fortuna. Whenever I see her she's kinda campin' out somewhere with a whole shit-ton of guns and little gun robots and stuff. I think she got 'em from her home world, but if anybody knows where to grab ammo, it'd be her."