Golden followed the fidgeting of her fingers on the gun, hearing trained on the nuances of her tone. She was good with the guns, he could tell that, but he also recognized the slight dislike at their use. He preferred knives in part because of their flexibility and perhaps the similarity to using his own claws. He would bet Elva preferred her Hyena form for hunting. Part of his brain continued to calculate the styles and strengths of hyenas in comparison to tigers, while the rest of his awareness remained on her.
The second Glock was held lightly but firmly in the hand at his side. His suspicions were confirmed when she echoed his words. One mercenary always knew another. A faintly wicked smile tugged at his mouth, "Before we both joined the side of 'good' or whatever this is?" He gestured with the empty hand to refer to Landvik.