She sees the message, and... Keelah, she feels her gut wrench. Her face twists with the sudden emotion - but it's not fear of Rinzler. At least, it's no more than it might have otherwise been. It's the sudden empathy of knowing that in every fight she's ever been in too, it's kill or be killed. Of knowing what being between a rock and a hard place is like, and appreciating that if anybody is on one right now, it's the synthetic in front of her.

Another breath. She's still fidgeting, even as she stills her pacing. Rocking on her feet, hands twining about one another, tangling a stray stand of hair in her fingers - none of it calms her jitters.

"Organics tend to stop pretty quickly if you have a stungun," she says finally, and there's a dry hint to her tone. "We don't like electricity much. What if you were armed with a stungun?"

The last sentence rattles out a bit. Unsure, barely believing she's about to try advocating giving Rinzler another weapon.