Jameson inhaled deeply, and stared at the girl. "Uh... hi."
Emily "Oh. well, considering everything else going on, it might have ended up in our... armory somehow? To be honest, we've been having a really weird day, so finding some of your gear wouldn't exactly surprise me." she said, imagining what kind of things she might find in a weapons locker, and adding in some strange things. "If you can give me a list of your stuff, along with your name, last known location, and any maladies you might be suffering from, and we'll do our best to take care of you."