"Clothing's at least armored right?" she asked, showing the briefest bit of concern now, if only for her safety "Hell, I wear a vest ALL the time I'm not at home, PLEASE tell me there's some sort of protection on you now..."<br/><br/>As she was saying this, she was lifting up the storage compartment on her bike.  From there was a truly impressive revolver, heaviest of heavy calibers by the size of the cylinder, and then next came out the infamous Ingram Smartgun X, immediately recognizable from all the films it's been shown in.  A holster on her hip, and the smaller-end SMG was firmly in her hand, and with the control rig in the bike she could probably drive and fire simultaneously...<br/><br/>"If you aren't armored, you're gonna want to stay on my bike as we fly through this place, ready to return fire." she explained in all seriousness "You know some magic right?  You know how to use a Smartgun too sheila?"