"Can you afford not to trust me?"

: Fair point.
"So. What caliber."

: Dunno. Dunno if it even has a caliber.
You arrive near the site of a gunfight, with a handful of dead Mercanans and Huits littering the hallway. She pushes a dead huit off of a munitions crate that was mid-transit and uses an electronic lockpick to get it open. Inside is a pair of Zentragothic heavy sniper rifles. She loads one of them and tries to hand it to you.

: forgetin' A, this thing weighs more than a car! Hope you don't mind the weight.
She sets it on the floor instead.

: ...Well. I didn't expect it to be so heavy. I'll just help you spot then.
Instead of loading the second rifle, she simply removes the scope and its' power supply.