"I [i]am[/i] in need of a proper rifle, If I'm being honest. The best I have is small blasters." Nathaniel reached over, taking the weapon from its place. He ran his fingers along the barrel of the weapon, gripping it tightly. He turned towards Treyman, offering it. "I may be in need of a weapon, but I am unsure if you need it more than I. If you do, then please accept it. If not, then I will take this weapon as my own."