Well I dunno about you, but I'd feel one hell of a lot better with those already up and running. [The defender's tucked away at her back; she decides she'd rather have the weight of a rifle-- one with a year's worth of exsilium experience-- in her hands once the sound of the explosion clears. Not that she expects to use it, but she's seen the network: talk of air locks and hangings and livid, genuine threats.

She'd rather not run into any of those options if it can be helped.

The look Charlie finds when he glances off in her direction isn't exactly inspiring.] No telling who's on the other side of that door.