"I got you," she says, and there's determination in her words as she draws her weapon. Protecting people is one of the things she's pretty damn good at, if she does say so herself. Her footing might still need some work, since it was some unstable snow shit that got her in this place to begin with, but at least the ground seems more solid here.

"How long's it gonna take to pick that thing?" And with a smirk, because she can sense the answer, "How good are you?"