"I don't know," Meredith says, trying not to snap just because she's irritated with herself. She's supposed to be good with details; he's got enough to figure out without her being useless. If she thought she could manage this room on her own, she'd do it, but being unrealistic isn't going to help either. "Um, smaller guns, not like — more like what you had earlier, I think, and one with one of these." She can't keep her voice from going up, turning it into a question. "I'm not exactly well-versed in weapons here."