Ah, they've seen this woman around before. Blaze takes in her hardy appearance and cool-headed demeanor, optics flitting for a moment to the prosthetic over her shoulder. She has the feel of a soldier to the Exo. At the very least she won't rattle easily. That's reassuring.

"Sure as hell will." She reaches back to pat the rifle at her back. "I can lay hands on spares if you're short a reliable weapon. Has to be on foot, though. The scouts have all our working vehicles. The little engineer- Tamminy, I think - she's still trying to collect the parts for something snow-adapted." Makes her wish she hadn't accidentally smelted her own bike before all this started. Ah, well. If wishes were rockets, as Shaxx says.