Snow had never particularly been a girl for knives; the only time she'd ever carried one had been when she'd stripped all the weapons off that Pinkerton her stepmother had sent to cut out her heart. It had been a badge of victory to carry the weapon meant to dress her like a deer. But somewhere in two world hops she'd lost that blade. She hadn't missed it all that much.
Neither had she ever put Rose Red into another person's hands for more than a minute. Percy had held it longest, and that mostly so he could provide her with bullets.
Though all the same, the idea of a mutual introduction rather than just handing over her gun, that made the idea bearable. Even intriguing.
Another time, maybe. She nodded.
"I was in Montana. Then Gotham. Now here. This is the Madonna Inn. Though..." Not quite used to this and never very good at talking to people, she paused in hesitation for just a moment. "From the sound of it, you've done this before, too." She supposed that made it easier. When she'd first arrived, she hadn't been able to make herself tell Sam or Dean or Steph about the reality she'd recognized immediately, not for days.
Re: Allison & Snow
Neither had she ever put Rose Red into another person's hands for more than a minute. Percy had held it longest, and that mostly so he could provide her with bullets.
Though all the same, the idea of a mutual introduction rather than just handing over her gun, that made the idea bearable. Even intriguing.
Another time, maybe. She nodded.
"I was in Montana. Then Gotham. Now here. This is the Madonna Inn. Though..." Not quite used to this and never very good at talking to people, she paused in hesitation for just a moment. "From the sound of it, you've done this before, too." She supposed that made it easier. When she'd first arrived, she hadn't been able to make herself tell Sam or Dean or Steph about the reality she'd recognized immediately, not for days.