"I'll go with you," Amy piped up, crossing her arms and walking toward Luke. "My hearing's good enough to pick up anything that might be coming. Cap, you get my spotting zone for a bit, would ya?"

The arm crossing wasn't just a throwaway gesture. Her fingers tapped releases on the insides of the Fury, arming it to be ready to spring out instantly if Grimm showed. As she and Luke walked toward the truck, her senses dialed up another notch, time seeming to slow ever so slightly.

"Think you might be getting a little cocky, Schwarz," she muttered just loud enough that he could hear. "Figured I needed to weigh down the boost to your odds of survival granted by your obvious lack of sexual experience."

The smirk was playing at the edges of her lips again.