[She listens intently, eyes wide and focused. She nods seriously-] Like rust. [And once she says that, she just thinks about the pains Joel took to teach her how to clean and care for firearms.] So you've gotta keep it oiled and get the gunk out of all the moving bits.

[She scratches her head, thinking.] I wonder if gun oil would work. Should still be good. I grabbed some just in case a gun actually showed up in this place.

[From her tone, she's clearly bitter this hasn't yet happened. Still, she grabs an orange bottle out of her pack, label blank but unmistakable if you know what you're looking for.]