"What a bitch." She said as she holstered her sidearm. "So anyway, what was I saying?" She looked over her rifle. "Fuck, this isn't good." She drew her kukri and began cutting the ice off. "So anyway, we're going to need a lot of guns." [i]And a knife.[/i] She flicked her head up. That was a weird thought. A single knife? Why did she need a single knife? She had a knife.

Weird day.