Oddly enough, it didn't bother her that he made his way ahead without her. It gave her a chance to check her weapons anyhow. Pulling one Desert Eagle out of its holster, she racked it, looking in the slide to make sure there was a round still chambered. Lara slid the magazine out of the grip and was pleased with the amount of ammo still in it. She repeated the same process with the other gun.
She was sliding it back into its holster as Peter came swinging back. "So nice of you to check, Spider-Man. I feel ever so much safer now." Lara grinned at Peter, her smile a bright beacon in the night. She did have impossibly white teeth, especially for a Brit.