Catia had a lot of guns on her...she liked guns. Provided they couldn't do much against most mutants but for the ones they could...well she had luck on her side. Literally. Okay that was a bad pun. She shook her head before checking her straps again and then going downstairs. 
She caught the bottle with ease and took a dubious look at it, and then at Robert but shrugged.
"I really should be cautious of you, again I apologize for the chair, but my head hurts something fierce and my stomach feels like I ate three servings of my mom's Kholodets, so thank you." She said, before knocking it back. She rechecked all her straps before leaning against a wall to wait for everyone else.