"Firearms," Donnie supplies with a slightly crooked smile. Shooty weapons does cover it, and reminds him of something his brothers would say.

There's a few crates where the nails have come loose from them being thrown to the side, panels either splintered or half-pried off to reveal their contents. Link's assumption isn't wrong at all once he has a look. There's a few rifles and pistols in separate boxes, knocked off of the racks they'd been packed in.