Eris was soon trailing through the boxes, looking for what she hoped would be more efficient in dealing with multiple people, since she had to expect an ambush when they landed. A knife and a few smoke bombs wouldn't cut it. Pulling two HK pistols out of one case, she looked them over, arching a brow. "These ought to work." she muttered to herself, glancing back at the men.<br/><br/>When it came to being in a gang, even such a renowned drug lord like her father had to learn how to use a gun. Though his daughter would expect he would never have the balls to hold one, let alone shoot it to save his life. It was odd to her that he had someone teach her when she was just 12, but it was like riding a bike, you never forget. Clicking a magazine into the slot on each gun, she looked Jason and Russel over. She wasn't sure what on earth they were wearing, but hopefully it would be enough to keep them from getting killed.