"Or who knows, the drawbridge might be the way out once we go the other way," Veronica adds to Ian's comment. "Seen that a few times in my world - the general concept at least."

Veronica steps on up past Grif, and pulls on her displacer glove, flexing her hand a few times for a good fit before turning to the other armored fellow. "Aw, c'mon - you've got that nice tin can there to take a little punishment. And if we find trouble, well..." She mimes punching the glove into her other hand, but doesn't connect. "I'm real good at dishing trouble right back out."