She glared for a moment before doing as he said. She hated guns. Why did they not train for more guns? Giant robots, aliens and terrorist mutants she had down pat. Guns were unpredictable. And her powers weren't suited to stopping them.

At the very least going first afforded her the ability to cast her eyes about, taking in what she could along the way. It could be useful information. She passed through the door, crossing her arms looking back to him.