Jackdaw's mechanical gaze snapped to Six as he spoke up, and she looked him over. Did he...was he unarmed? Was that a knife? All he had on him was a knife? She had half a mind to yell at him for being unprepared. He was an infiltrator, and unarmed.

But they were running out of time, and at this point the yelling would solve nothing. She flipped the safety on broadly so he could see he'd need to flip it back off, and then tossed the rifle over to him, and pulled the sidearm from her hip.

"Break it you die," she said flatly, and then returned her focus outward.