This was so ridiculously normal for Atton - or used to be, anyway - that he'd already mentally plotted out his course to a just-in-case place he knew, and going by the looks of it, Sparkle was going to be fine by the morning, so--

"One of the idiots back here had one," Atton said casually. "I thought he'd be better off without it. I'll ditch it later."

He already had his blaster on the island. He didn't need more.