"Different tools for a different time..." Myra accepts the folder and starts to look through it. "I'll need a gun permit, ID...what about a Helen?" She keeps her eyes on the page. "Helen ...Menz. I imagine the Burbanks might be a bit surprised at any familiarity I have with the system. So even the cops carry those big ol' smoke wago..." She catchers herself using her own period slang and corrects herself. "Those guns? I took down a kid in the alternate world with his switchblades, are those still common too?"