Ama pulled her seat back to avoid them seeing her rolling her eye before walking outside to meet them.
"What are the chances someone brought a rocket launcher?"
As she was walking out a faint yellow lighting seemed to turn on from her jacket. Likely it was the heating mechanism. She had one of her wrist breakingly high caliber handguns holstered on the off chance she would have to demonstrate her creation with her own weaponry.
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