“Yeah I’m just gonna pretend you [i]didn’t[/i] just say that and-“ Lena put the big ass knife back in its sheath and - wouldn’t you know it - she wrestled a smaller one out of her pocket, more for throwing than slashing. “-Here, fucko, catch!” She turned around and straight up YEETED the throwing knife as hard as she could at the guy with the gun, and she didn’t do it blindly either, she put as much power into that swing as she could but also maybe half as much control. She was hoping she’d catch the new guy off guard or maybe even hit him. 

“Sounds hot and all but I didn’t come here for a a fuckfest, even if that’s what this is turning into.” She said half joking.