Mia started to get irritated with the arguing. "Boys. That is enough. If we are going to survive, we must work together. Now if either of you has anything to say about my home, say it now" she growled. She started up the steps, her pistol still aimed and ready to fire. The knives she carried were placed in her pockets, ready to be pulled if needed. She had no idea what she was about to be facing, but she knew it was bad and she knew she was going to have to be tough. "Let's go you bumbling oafs" she hissed at the smirking boys. "Get those looks off your face or i'll cut them off with my knife," she added. Having grown up with a drug lord, she was extremely used to watching intense violence be committed in order to get something out of a person.