Grendel nodded. She had no idea what was going on, but considering the bullets flying over head now wasn't really the time for questions. She flinched when a chunk of the table was reduced to splinters by a shot, but things slowly began to quiet down. The man talking to her leaped over the table and she followed, making sure to grab one of the fallen Dahl soldiers guns on the way. 

"Stop!" He called out. Grendel skidded to a stop, and he explained that there were more around the corner. She looked down at her arms, and held up the clawed fingers. Vague memories of the lab came back to her, reminding her of what she was built... [i]Changed[/i] for. She was a weapon, and nothing more.

"... How many are there?" Grendel asked. She checked the ammo on the Dahl rifle then slid the magazine back in. "I think I can be of use... Siren, can you make your... Thing... Again? And can you throw a grenade over?" She said addressing the girl and the man respectively.