"I hope I never have to. Here, I brought you a present."

She stuffs a box of shells into the pocket of his jacket.

"Shall we?"

Another awkward, painful moment of crawling on hands and knees, and they're back in the desert. Alex takes a moment to load the magazine of her 9mm. She's clearly familiar with the weapon, tapping the magazine in, and racking a round into the chamber with practiced ease.

"Ever used a shotgun before?"