MacKensie had found a convenient holster on her belt where, when she 'clipped' her crossbow into it, it was flat against the small of her back.  The wrist contraption, she placed on her left arm, and it vibrated almost imperceptibly and she felt an attunement to it.  Although attunement was not the word she would use, for she couldn't describe the feeling but just knew the contraption felt right at home on her arm.

As she did all this, most of her attention was on David, who wouldn't accept her theory.  She hoped he was right, but the invasive thoughts of her final moments on that plane vehemently objected.  Then David turned things up a notch, drawing a crossbow of his own and pointing it at the man who'd entered via the door.  As soon as MacKensie saw his hand reach for a weapon, she drew her own crossbow so fast it scared her. A blink of an eye and she was pointing her weapon at David, but immediately she lowered it, shell shocked by her own lightning dexterity.  There wasn't even a bolt loaded, not that it was of any consequence.

Stunned, she watched things get even crazier when the shadow-arm protruded from David.  "What the...?" And then David, stunned with his own power, calmed down.

"Ok, maybe we might be dead..."

MacKensie mentally laughed, but her face was a picture of shock.  This was insane.  She looked at the other guy, who simply sat on the edge of his coffin with a grin, arms folded.  He was clearly much more comfortable with the situation than David or her.  But in light of her own self-demonstration of abilities unknown, she was subconsciously starting to grow in confidence at the current predicament.  When the young man turned his head, MacKensie followed his gaze.

“Who are you, demon?”

"N-Nobody!" The creature had MacKensie dumbstruck yet another time.  It was an actual monster child, and if it wasn't so clearly scared and afraid of them, not to mention, able to speak their language, MacKensie would've freaked out right then and there. "I-I mean nobody that matters really, I'll just be leaving now!"  Dexter was his name, apparently. [i]A demon kid called Dexter,[/i] MacKensie thought, exasberated.  How much crazier this situation could get, was unfathomable.  "I don't understand what's going on, I'm just scared of your kind."

He was actually rather adorable.  Like some goth girl's teddybear or something, MacKensie's head tilted as she changed her mind about the kid.  The well-dressed man who'd asked them to fight went over to the furnace on one side of the room and began messing with it.  A few seconds of silence passed as the room tried to figure out what he was going to do next.  Whatever he did, the resulting explosion shocked the crap out of MacKensie, who turned away, hands on her ringing ears.

 "Did your ears hurt? Now you know you're not dead." He clasped his hands and proceeded to elaborate on the situation, although he was creating even more questions with every answer.  But this [i]was[/i] actually a different world, and there was indeed an army outside that they were needed to help repel.  And they needed to suck it up and deal with the situation or they really would be dead.

MacKensie stealed herself, [i]Stiff upper lip, Mac,[/i] And decided that this man was right, and so she would accept things for what they were, tackle this situation head on, and maybe have a cry about it later.  She opened her mouth to speak her piece, but was interupted by the sounds of large explosions somewhere outside.

"Sounds like the battle has started," she said to her apparent new comrades. "And we [i]are[/i] getting through this alive and whole.  I am [i]not[/i] dying again."  She looked at the older man.  "Lead the way, if you would."