Myri caught the staff with exceptional grace (nat 20 dex check! woo!) and tested the weight of it in her hands. She watched the way Buffy held it and mirrored it as best as she could. This felt better than the gun they had issued her anyway. At least this was a weapon that didn't feel foreign in her hands. She'd seen these a thousand times in her life, after all.

"True... and I may have to. It isn't as though I can discretely carry this around New Orleans or Chicago."