"If you calm down, I'll stop calling you that," Terry shot back to Luis.

He turned to Roxie. "If you can fight, I could use you. I know better then to underestimate kids in a fight. Besides, that trick with the endless coat pockets could come in handy." Hopefully the issue of whether or not Roxie would be allowed to do anything wouldn't turn into a big argument. There probably wasn't time for that.

"Fire... fire... well, I've got exploding batarangs, but those are limited, and I don't want to use them in closed quarters like this," he'd learned his lesson from the smoke bomb from the off-world mission. "So, I think we should pool our resources. Make sure everyone has something that'll be useful, y'know."

What he said next, he thought really hard about. He mentally went through his entire arsenal. He weighed his options. He didn't like what he was about to say, but it might wind up being his last resort if things got ugly. He knew most of his tech wasn't lethal, and that his biggest asset right now was the defensive elements of the suit. So he said it, even though he didn't like the idea.

"...I think I need a gun."