Very bad idea. The only time she flirts with anyone is to screw with North. She fiddles with it for a moment longer, adjusting the various settings just to bask in the nostalgia, and then she carefully undoes every one of her changes, even returning it to the same ammo type Rico had set it on. No need to be rude, after all.

"I won't ask which extension," she comments dryly. She holds it out to him. "I'll stick to my brick." The Mark II is pretty much superior in every way, after all. What lunatic would willingly downgrade?

America snorts at his question and shakes her head. "You think there'd be a Judge in place if we weren't?" No, for better and for worse, the Justice Department still rules Mega-City One with an iron fist. What's left of it. She's uncertain whether or not to tell Dredd about the encounters she thinks he'd have, however. The population-ruining wars. Mutants being legal. Too much, too early, could screw up everything.