Donny whistled at the wide selection. [b]"Nice stuff you got here. Don't worry, I won't ask where you got it from. Sometimes you just pick this stuff up, y'know? Let's see... I guess I'll trade this... Get one of these... That should be it."[/b] Donny traded the knife Roxy gave him for a trench knife; nice little slasher with a pair of knuckledusters attached to the hilt. Just for an added punch. He also took himself a solid handgun; some sort of revolver. He didn't know much about using guns, so he might as well take the one that would pack the most punch. Hiding these weapons on him, he was a bit curious as to what Roxy needed him to protect her from. [b]"So... What's this job you're heading towards anyways? I mean, must be dangerous if you want me to protect you..."[/b]