Oh, buddy, that's never stopped anyone before. [The Sons kill people, metal rusts, and folks will always steal whatever shit they can get their grubby little hands on.] 'sides, the Guard, they ain't concerned with the little stuff. Thieving and what not. Not unless you got into the armory. I think they'd be pissed about that.

[Miriam smiles just a little.]

But we got our own system down here. Just in case.