Good god, let's hope, right?. [ yeah, she goes for another cookie. not one of the black ones. this isn't a funeral. ] The closest thing to a weapon I've ever held in my life is a scalpel, and somehow I don't think that's gonna get me by.

[ regardless of what they'd said about weapons in the transport room. julia rolls her eyes. though, honestly, it wouldn't be good to underestimate her with an empty liquor bottle. one of the heavy ones. ]

Is it that bad out there?