She wasn't the only one that was well armed. Jason happened to greatly enjoy using guns, knives, and explosives, and was usually armed with at least two out of the three at a time. Right now, he had an AK-47U strapped to his back, a pair of 9mm's on either side of him, and his treasured knife tucked away inside the leather jacket he was currently wearing. Even with his security watching the perimeter, Jason wasn't stupid enough to wander out past the border and into alien territory without being able to defend himself. So, when Prue approached him, he found himself hardly phased by her weapons. The war may well have toughened her up, but Jason had been a good shot long before this apocalypse had even started. He suspected that it was possible he was a quicker draw than she. Yet, if Bruce had taught him anything - surprise, surprise - it was that a man should never underestimate his opponent. Back when he had been Robin, working alongside the Bat's side, Jason had often behaved recklessly. He'd strike an enemy down too hard, he'd jump into battle without a plan - he was all shoot first, ask questions later, and pray to everything that the bad guys suffered immensely in the end.
Bruce didn't approve of his tactics. But then, Bruce wasn't much of a man to begin with. He couldn't even avenge his own son's death the right way. How could he have possibly taught Jason how to make right decisions when he couldn't accomplish that much himself?
Still. Jason didn't want to jump the gun - ha - just yet. He made a quick note of her visible weaponry, determining their range, speed, and accuracy capabilities all in one glimpse. When the approaching woman spoke up, Jason shook his head. He didn't technically know who she was either, so why was he going to give himself away so easily?
"Nope," he replied, attention flashing off to the bike that she had driven up in. "Nice wheels." He had a few motorcycles himself. He liked her Ninja better than both of his combined, though. "What do you want with him?"