Just looking at her demeanor, it's clear Senna accepts the reasoning for the crossbow.  "That's an informed decision in my books.  But if you wait 'til yer armor stops working to replace it, yer dead.  With what we're getting paid on this mission alone, I could probably start work on a full suit of plate mail for ya as soon as we get paid.  Keep betting yer life on inferior gear when ya can afford better, and ya won't last long enough to regret it."<br/><br/>She walks to the door, her grim prophesy delivered she starts heading to the door, her tone changing rather startlingly.  "Now, for puppy shopping.  Taggin' along with that sounds a lot safer than getting sloshed before slapping together the gear we're gonna bet our lives on."  She completely disregards their final teammate, the silent redheaded mage.