Wait patiently in the living room

You wait quietly in the living room, watching the clock tick by. The apartment is minimal, the furniture cheap, and the decorations spartan. There is a copy of the Korran, as well as a couple texbooks on the table, about a meriad topics, from robotics and machinery, to micro-biology and advanced chemistry. She's one smart gal! You pick one of them up to flip through, but there's something underneath that suprises you. A gun. A 9mm pistol to be exact. There's an etching on the side; 'Catalyst'. Your hand reaches out and hovers over it, but you pause. Is that a good idea? A gun is a dangerous tool in the wrong hands, are your hands the wrong hands? You ponder to yourself. If Susanne got out of the bathroom and saw you with a gun in your hand, her gun, would she get the wrong idea? You're a creep sure, sneaking into a womans house, but you're not a murderer, you don't want to hurt her. Right?

Right?

You hear her getting out of the tub, as she hums to herself. Maybe it's best to forget the gun was ever there.