Slipping into the van, Sandra crawled into the seats, zipping open her bag.  She grabbed the various pieces of her rifle, assembling it once more and loading the clip.  "Ok.  Don't know who's good with guns, but if the need occurs, we're set."  She flipped on the safety before sliding the Remington under the back seat, then hopped into the driver's seat.  "I'm good with chatting in the van if everyone else is.  I think I've already introduced myself to everyone, but if anyone doesn't know me yet, I'd be glad to explain.  Oh, and we may all want to exchange phone numbers as well.  Just in case, you know?"  She writes out her phone number on a sheet of paper, letting anyone who wants it plug it into their cell.