Taking the neutral-ish ground, Sierra backed away defensively, keeping her ground for the most part. Guns being useless after the fine grating of sand, she knew it was crucial to find, or rather retrieve a longer ranged weapon. So, she sheathed her blade, turning her attention to the racks nearby. With her feline agility, she quickly scaled it and reached the catwalks in the black shadows overhead. Her movements were only traceable from the sound the metal emitted from her four-limbed rush. She reached the office, retrieving her gear, her primary Bow and a packed quiver of arrows, as well as her meager supplies of jerky, throwing knives and a supermagnet before jumping out of one of the windows toward Sean and the only escape route, dropping into it as she sighted the couple. "Anyone else we should bring along, or should I cut the power now?"