Jesus Christ - this was why Bobbi liked science and not - whatever this was. She liked rules, and things that made sense, and not holy water, and sunlight as weapons, and people turning into fog. Well that last bit she could understand as maybe the result of some sort of mutation or genetic mucking about.
Still, Bobbi filed away the information, picked up one more stake (more was better right?) and one of the guns. At this age she hadn't had to worry about meeting SHIELD qualifications on a shooting range, but she figured she still knew how to shoot. Or at least she remembered how to shoot, she just hoped her body didn't let her down.