Kitten nodded, gathering all the weapons in the room.  Taking a blade and a firearm for himself, he stacked the rest of the next to himself, where he had positive control over them.<br/><br/>Kitten nodded towards Dreamer.  "Hey, uh... I think it might be a good idea to take all of the bullets out of the guns I can't keep ahold of, but I still don't know much about them.  Mind showing me again?"<br/><br/>-------------------------------<br/><br/>Emiko was going more and more pale as she had to move.  She began to feel naseous.  It was odd- one moment she would feel fine, save for a dull, throbbing pain, and the next, it would feel as if she were horribly sick, with pain shooting through her arm like needles and razorblades.  She tried her best not to become too hopeful about being healed, but she couldn't help but silently beg.  <i>Please, please, let this work...</i><br/><br/>--------------------------------<br/><br/>Karogen fell silent, and listened intently, trying to discern the direction and distance of the gunfire.  However, he had no sense of direction in this pitch-black cell, and the echoes in the halls threw him off further still.  He would just have to be patient.