I've been scouring the attic of the place I wound up assigned to. Might have found things that can be melted down to forge bullets, but the metal might be too soft. Guess I'll have to try and see. I have some of my own that I brought with me, but it's not going to last me forever, and I hate the idea of always using it as a last resort.

[She trusts a gun. Feels safer having one on her. That's just the kind of world she lives in.]

Sounds like you're doing well for yourself, though. [A pause.] Anita Blake. Been here about a week now.