[ She does eye up the weaponry in a way that's very blatantly sizing him up. In that, she's transparent in her assessment of him as a threat (she thinks she could take him, but that's neither here nor there). Jill doesn't make any action to suggest she's hostile, however, and since he doesn't either, she just huffs out a little stilted chuckle. ]

Yeah? I guess I've lucked out in that case. That's a new one -- luck being on my side.

[ Jill's all in compression gear, tucked in and streamlined, dressed to move. It's ideal for someone that grapples or physically shifts, whether running or fighting in a way that sweats or other gear just won't cut it. Are those grenades at her hip? You bet. ]

That's fine by me. I'm not a picky woman about it, not unless it all tastes funky. [ Her smile is wider still when he takes her hand. It's a friendly clasp, lingering just a touch in a way that suggests she might be teasing even though she's only just met him. Her smile reaches her pale eyes, enhancing the little lines beneath and in the corner of them. ] Good to meet you, Ben. How long's a while if you don't mind me asking?

[ When she retracts her hand, it's lifted and used to swipe the air while she talks, as if it gets her words across better. ]