"You know, a blindfold would have achieved the same thing," she pointed out, but she wasn't really going to argue with the nut job clown with a gun. She pushed herself to her feet, pursing her lips and dusting off her hands on her pants. "I take it the gun means I'm not going to get my turn with it, hmm?" she asked, brushing her hair back and heading towards the generator.

Jeez, this thing was a mess. She crouched, looking it over with a frown. "Tools?" she asked, looking back.