[Familiar, familiar... She steps up inside and partway down one aisle, seemingly unamused with the selection. None of them look--

THERE.

She whips to the left suddenly and grabs the red chainsaw, pulling it from the shelf with ease.]

There you are! Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry to have left you here alone so long!

[Death scythe obtained! Joy is had and she turns the thing disappearing as she does.]

Thank you, sweetheart, for bringing me here. I feel so much better with her in my figurative hands.