Danica sat up and unzipped her hoodie, shrugging it off her shoulders before laying it over her lap and taking a moment to enjoy the air. Feeling a touch to her shoulder she glanced over to see Armend there and tilted her head at his words before glancing over towards the armory building before looking back over to him. “That sounds like a good idea, the Swartz is strong with you,” she said with a laugh before standing up and tying the hoodie around her waist and retrieving the gun he had given her. “I need something I can put this in other than my pack anyways. A holster or something would be a lot better than a jacket pocket,” she said as she picked up her pack and slung it over her shoulder.

Turning she made her way towards the armory before glancing over towards Sean. “You may want to trade out that tripod for something a bit more durable,” she said before continuing on her way. Sean looked over to her and nodded as he began to follow suit.

	“Looks like you won’t be able to add to your ink work for a while,” Sean quipped as he walked up next to her and touched her back; narrowing her eyes slightly as she reached back and grabbed his hand twisting it around and pushing him away. “Bloody hell woman!”

	“I have told you for six years, your mits don’t touch me Irish,” she snapped before looking over to Armend and pointing to Sean. “Darth Helmet,” she said with a smirk before patting him on the shoulder. “And your Lonestar,” she said chuckling slightly and pushing her way into the armory and glancing around. Stopping in her tracks as she heard Otis and perking a brow. “Wow, we got Scarface in here. Should we say hello to your little friend?” she said as she laughed before walking further into the armory and taking a look around.