Heloise was holding the gun with disgust, and it was with relief that she took the dagger, feeling the weight and the hold of it. The knife would still be useful, if only to have both her hands full. She grimaced at the gun, and not wanting to leave it behind, slung it over her shoulder by the strap, before following Xerox. 

It seemed too easy, and Heloise continually looked about them, wary. And then she was distracted by the daggers Xerox produced. She smiled brightly, and quickly sorted through the daggers,, choosing ones she knew would fly true and straight when she threw them, quicky putting them all around her body where they would fit, or stay, before choosing two more to hold, she ditched the knife finally. [color=f6989d]"It's good to be back"[/color] She said, her stance relaxed now that she had an arsenal of daggers. Until the alarm was set off. She quickly grabbed her drive, and looked about, as if something was going to jump out and attack them. 

As Xerox spoke with Duncan, Heloise glanced out the room. [color=f6989d]"Lets try and cut them off. We don't need to get caught again, do we?"[/color] She said, glancing over at Rachel too. She had after all been tortured more then either Xerox or herself. [color=f6989d]"Ah, but first we should see about treatment for her"[/color]