Bryn hadn't gone anywhere unarmed, since Higgs had attacked John. She had taken to wearing old leather, Norse in fashion, armor, and carrying her shield on her back. Two very different swords sheathed at her waist, and a few easy break vial's in a pouch on her belt, filled with blood, in case she needed it for spellwork. Her bracers hiding bandaged cuts where she'd drawn it.
So when she stepped into the club and saw the black box... she was properly prepared, incase. She drew the borrowed holy sword from her left side, as it was sharper than the other, and used the point to manipulate the tag that hung loosely over the side. She was no rube that went 'oh goodie a present' and tore into anything, unless it was handed to her by someone she loved, and trusted.