That's right. [Asaka's tone is a little terse, reserving the fear in the pit of her stomach at the idea of running into whoever's carrying those weapons. One part of her wants to hope that they'd be reasonable and not try to shoot two unarmed people, one of them a child, but she knows so little about this place they've ended up in that even that feels like dangerously hasty judgement.

The idea that they might be hunting is both reassuring and not, and Asaka's pace speeds up just a little as she searches her own pockets.]

I don't have my throwing knives with me, and even then, against a gun I don't know how much good they'd do. [Even if she'd be aiming to injure and not kill, the guns have the advantage of the quicker projectile. Skill with a throwing weapon only goes so far against bullets.]