Janie slowly moved out of the cage after the others then went to the pile of stuff on the table. She watched the others grab their gear and clothes, listening to the dialog. Then she looked over at her gear and slowly started dressing up. She had her camo pants, hard boots, and small tank top, not covering a whole lot of her ripped body.<br/><br/>She then grabbed her hunting knifes which she put into her boots holsters, one in each, and her trusty police baton which she hanged from the top of her pants. Compared with some of the others, she seemed literally defenseless. She didn't even carry a gun. But what she lacked in range fighting abilities she more than made up in close combat, able to defeat many foes with her melee weapons or her bare hands.<br/><br/>She moved near the door and leaned on the wall, crossing her arms and watching the others in silent. The truth was she didn't know where they were, but then again she hadn't known where the caravan was going either. It didn't seem all that different to her, it would be a new challenge in a new location. She tried to look at the situation in a pragmatic way and not stress out over details. She seemed calm and ready for action.<br/>