No, no one cares.
With an arm around Hammer's to pull him along behind the troupe, the other still twisted in the front of her grimy shirt, Bobbi thumped him on the hip with the weight of the gun in her hand for him to take it and make himself useful. She was protecting her baby, he could pop off a few warning shots if he couldn't take proper aim. As long as he didn't hit one of the agents, he'd be okay. Unfortunately, Bobbi didn't know what they were supposed to be doing after that; this wasn't the way she had come in, and she didn't know where they were going or what was waiting for them at the end. More of this, she guessed, more mutants and more shooting, and eventually they were going to run out of bullets.
The Kali chick hissed as the bullets glanced off of her dancing blades and embedded themselves in the walls until one of them finally got through. She dropped her arms, and her swords, looking like a wilting flower with blood blooming from her middle, then fell forward onto the sharp edge of her own weapons. "Did we have a plan, ladies?" Bobbi asked in the beat she was given, while the smoke from Kurt's porting was drawn up the passage to the open air. It couldn't be just the pair of them, this was ridiculous. They had two weeks to pull it together.