No objections were heard from Fiona when Tora decided to take charge. It meant that they were actually fucking getting shit done, that maybe, just maybe, they would find something, and that was all that mattered. She hated those situations where people stood around staring at each other until someone final broke the silence. Oh, the relief she felt when it didn’t happen here.<br/><br/>“Alright, let’s get our asses in gear then,” she said in response, looking at the group. There was some issue with working alongside someone who didn’t seem to be the fighting type… Hey, a broom could be a weapon; if there was a will, there was a way. The same could be said about anything. But why argue? She wanted to waste no time in getting to what she needed to get done.<br/><br/>Just moments later, she had begun working on her section. There were fallen boxes everywhere, and something wet underneath one of the boxes; the impact must have cracked it. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know what it was…<br/><br/>Well, maybe could make Zin put that mop to use.<br/><br/>Fiona poked her head in Zin’s room when he mentioned there were guns. A smile lit up her face, and an ember shone in her eyes. “That’s the best news I’ve heard all day!” She said, immediately looking inside the crate, perhaps a little too quickly. Her rummaging seemed to add to the mess as she pulled out what appeared to be a never ending stock of guns, just to find the one she wanted.<br/><br/>“Oh man… These are beauties!” She commented. “Thanks for pointing them out!” Man, this was heaven, she thought. She picked out a small pistol for herself, finding that to be more practical than having a bigger gun. There had to be a holster nearby, right? What good was a gun if she didn’t have anything to carry it with? She looked through the crate some more, and… Oh yes! There definitely was a holster there. A few of them, in fact there were more than enough for each person here to carry at least two, maybe three pistols. Hell, even the bigger guns had something.<br/><br/>What else was in here, she wondered. After she haphazardly threw the guns back into the crate, she said over her shoulder, “Hey, there’s some kind of puddle in that room over there… If you’re as skilled with a broom as you say, there’s something you can do!” After that, she moved back into the main hall. Truth be told, she could have helped him clean up that room, but that didn’t really cross her mind. The guns seemed to make any such thoughts disappear.