This caused a bit of a stir, even as Julia looked from the knife up to Octavia and gave her a little -- and extremely cautious -- nod of approval.

Nathan snorted, and let out a muttered "Figures."

"Well now, how about. . . ." Eleanor picked up the weapon bits one at a time. "Little gun for you," she handed it to Vince. "Little gun clip for you," to Julia. "Big ol' gun for you," Dave. "Big clip for. . . ." She looked around, then tucked it into her shirt with a laugh. "Not really enough to go around, is there?"

"And the knife?" Nathan asked.

"We can't exactly split the knife up and share it, can we, Nathan?" Duke shot back. "We'll just have to . . . leave it there."

Audrey gave him a pointed look.

"What?" Duke asked.

The pointed look became even more pointed. Duke sighed and made a show of rolling his eyes, then pulled out his pocket knife and set it down next to Octavia's. "Fine." He lifted his hands. "Happy?"

"You want us to believe that's the only one you've got?" Vince asked, giving Duke a searching look that didn't suit his usual baffled-old-man demeanor.

"Yes," Duke told him. "You are."