Petra's right eyebrow raised at him and it almost became a permanent fixture on her face. Jon suddenly got very awkward. Ten minutes earlier he had been a lot more serious in explaining what was going on. She wondered if it was out of shock, or something else entirely. And she still understood that he was not being one hundred percent honest, either out of necessity or ignorance. Most people would have explained why and how they were able to kill a man with their bare hands. Especially people that seemingly had no reason to posess those skills.

Petra listened to his words about the President's son. “I'm not trying to expose him. If that was my intention, I would have done it already. I'm with you. Obviously, he needs protecting. Obviously I have a [i]reason[/i] for wanting to see that he's not harmed, but you. What's your reason? Good samaritan complex?” It seemed like that was the case. Anyone else would have already turned on the kid, seemingly, and also given him part of the blame. Everyone always blamed the government for everything and while he was not officially government, he was the next best thing.

And then Jon got really meek. Almost like he was developing a crush on her? If they were in any other situation she might have found it flattering. Next thing she knew, he was telling her to step back from the door. What was with the chivalry? The eyebrow went up again as she backed away a few steps to let him open the door. She assumed if she had not that he would not have opened it. He seemed pretty determined, even if shy.

As he entered the codes she leaned into one hip, waiting impatiently. Just as she was about to speak out in frustration he entered one more code and then it opened. “About time,” she mumbled. Petra walked closer as she heard it unlock, prepared to rush in, but he stopped her and guided her back with his hand. She briefly got that 'oh hell naw,' look on her face, but did as was told. Despite her attitude, she did want to be seen as cooperative and still wanted to remain as unconfrontational as possible to keep people docile. She waited until he gave the go ahead.

Petra noticed when he blushed, but didn't really give it a second thought other than 'what the hell?' Again, it seemed like he had lost some of his seriousness. She had not. She still voraciously sought answers. First was this door, then the next.

Pausing briefly in front of him before stepping in she gave him a sardonic grin. “You're my hero!” There was always time for a little sarcastic banter, right? “It gonna take you that long to get the next door open, Romeo?” Petra winked at him. You would never have guessed by the way she talked and carried herself that she had a well above average IQ. Her eyes stayed on him until she was a few steps inside. 

Petra tilted her head back and all around to gander at each and every shelf. Her mouth hung open. “What exactly were they expecting that they needed this much firepower? And so many canteens?” She recognized the ILBE packs well, and she first went to grab one of those. Petra threw one of the canteens into it for safe keeping before dropping it at her feet. She took a few more steps in until she reached the knives. “Niiiceee.” She took one and pulled it out of its sheath, noticing that the bottom could be removed. She chuckled a bit. The knife was clever. A ball compass and hollow handle that revealed matches, a magnesium strip and 3 water purification pills. [i]Fancy.[/i] She hurriedly reassembled it before returning it to its sheath and then placing it in her pocket. She looked back at Jon and smiled innocently. “Don't happen to have a spare belt, do you?” For the sheath.

Next, she turned back to face the glocks. Much as she had done with the knife, she took one with cautious fingers from its resting place and examined it carefully. She had minimal training with firearms and had a basic sense of gun etiquette. She first checked to see if it was loaded, but discovered the magazines had been removed all together. She checked the chamber just to be sure and only after looking up discovered the loaded extended magazines a few shelves down. Petra grabbed one, loaded the gun, and pulled the slide back to chamber a round. She made sure the safey was on before she lifted the front of her shirt and tucked it into her waist band. Again, a belt would come in handy. She turned back to face Jon once more. “Now I feel better. The rest we can divide as a group, yeah?”

Petra scooped up her pack and started to make her way back to her knapsack. While passing Jon she pressed her left palm into his shoulder and gave it a good few pats, making eye contact once more. Once back by the little girl who was watching her things, she began packing it into the ILBE.