Well, apparently she still had her skills as a pilot, and it was still something worthwhile, if you looked at his expression as she sailed them through clean as as knife-cut. But her pride-puffing moment was suddenly thrown for a loop when there was explosions outside. "This part of the training?" she asked and then pursed her lips about the weapons. "Did you give me a sidearm? Did you see any in the freezer with me?" Looking outside, she pointed to the rifle rack on the other side of the room. "How good's your shot? Good enough to cover me?"