Escorted to the back, Elizabeth and the others were handed a gun.  Ava took her new weapon carefully while Tyler greedily grabbed his and grasped it tightly.  Frowning as she was handed a weapon of her own, Elizabeth ignored the brief tutorial they were being given as she already knew how.  Her ex knew his artillery well and though she'd never been interested in it herself, she could have listened to his accent all day.  He was the one who'd taught her how to use a gun in case she ever needed to defend herself.

Skillfully she performed a press check to see if there was a round in the chamber.  As the man practically begged them not to shoot him, she glanced over and arched a brow in his direction.  She didn't think even Tyler was that incompetent, but hell.  She'd been wrong in her life before.

When they were all ready they made their decent to the first floor.  Tyler was shaking in his loafers, hissing at Ava the whole time that he couldn't believe she'd talked him in to it.  Every sound from a creaking pipe to even their own footsteps echoing in the stairwell, he asked, “What's that?”

Elizabeth moved slowly, her heels clacking against the concrete steps.  Dallen was the closest to her, so when he spoke she glanced over at him.  At first she thought he was talking to all of them.  Remaining quiet as she figured Ava would probably be a better person to speak for their little rag-tag team, it wasn't until he specifically mentioned that he'd misjudged her that she realized he was talking directly to her.

She might have been a lot of things—a wild, drunk party girl among them—but that didn't necessarily equate to her being a terrible person.  Eying him curiously wondering why he brought it up now or what it had anything to do with anything, she found she didn't know what to say to the older lawyer.  “Does that mean my case is pro bono?” she asked.  When they made it out she still had obligations to take care of.

The sudden sound of gunfire going off made her jump and shriek.  “I'm sorry!” Tyler yelled, holding the weapon an arm's length away from him.  “I thought I saw something-”  Even Ava was rattled as she leaned against the railing with her hand over her chest.  Someone as fidgety as Tyler probably didn't need a gun.  

“Someone take it from him,” she snapped, eying Briggs in particular since he was the one to hand out the weapons to them in the first place.  The man didn't seem to mind that his weapon was being confiscated as it meant he got to hang back where it was safe and let the others do all the work.