Cylus widens the door and smiles beneath his visor. "Ooh baby this is gonna be [i]fun![/i]" he exclaims, rubbing his hands together in excitement. He trots over to the first table and restocked his ammunition supplies, also picking up a silencer for each of his pistols. When he was done there, he walked to the adjacent table stocked with explosives. He grabs as much as he can carry on his belt and his back, thermite, explosive putty, charges, everything he thought could make the ballroom ceiling go boom. Some were easily identifiable, but some weren't like anything Cylus was used to seeing. "Uh, Marker? I think you'll need to show me how some of these work. I don't exactly want to blow myself up you know." he says.