"Fetch my weapons?!"

That was not incredulity. That right there was pure excitement. Vette's expression brightened even more and she gave a bounce on her toes before grabbing for her coat (and for her boots, she was not doing anything that involved weapon-fetching' without her boots) and then bounced back to solicit another kiss on the way.

"To the weapons locker!"

The stupid, stupid weapons locker.