[that line of reasoning makes more sense than she'd like it to - and she winces a little as she reads 'turning over a new leaf' - but it's nothing to do with neo, and that should be clear when her expression changes at 'wife'. she mouths the word, sighs a bit through a bitten lip - wife, husband, child, sister, father, brother - it's an understandable (noble, even) impetus for change that many a sleeper likely has.

it's hers too.]

Guns, really? [there's a small laugh there - more sad than bitter, but bitter, too.] That's my sister. She's the gunslinger, not me. And not these. These were my old man's. But I've ...got something in the works.

What about you? Wait, lemme guess? Guns?