"I'm better with a gun," Jemma said honestly, considering all the weapons. Swords weren't really a part of the kind of action they ran into in the field with SHIELD. Times like this, she really wished she'd asked Lady Sif for some pointers on fighting when the Asgardian had been with them. Still, she had no intention toward being entirely helpless. If nothing else, there was a chance that one of the attackers would have a gun and she could take that. It would be something at least, more than some people probably had. It wasn't a lot, but it was something. She'd survived worse with less.
"But I know which end you stick in a person," she said at last, giving Killian a small smile. "And I have medical training, which means I know where to stick it to be most effective." She was confident in her ability to protect herself, even if this was somewhat outside her element. One thing was certain, she had no intention of backing down and she was going to defend herself with everything she had. Dying was not on the agenda today, so far as she was concerned. She had been through too much to be taken down now, by some stupid tradition of a world steeped in horror and death.
She spared a brief thought for Skye, hoping her friend was okay. She may have questioned every choice she'd made, but she didn't want anything to happen to her. As for Ward, she hoped someone killed him. For now though, she needed to focus on herself and Killian and hope they made it through this. "When this is all over," she said, trying her best to remain brave, "we're definitely drinking. And you're showing me how to use one properly, so I'm ready for whatever comes along next. All right?"