" 'Kayyyy." Turtle gulped and looked at the gun worriedly. She couldn't see herself ever really using one. Ever. What was it she said, on the first day of ethics, that the one thing she couldn't ever imagine herself doing was killing someone? Would...Mr. Deadpool be disappointed in her because of that? Why did she feel like crying? She...didn't ever want to actually be in a situation where she'd have to use a gun. Playing at this minion and superhero stuff was a lot of fun, but when it came right down to it...she just wasn't cut out for it.

"I...hope I can learn okay," she said, finally, steeling herself a bit and shifting the gun in her hand to what seemed a more likely, proper way of holding it.

Yikes. She was holding a gun...