Tiah did manage to keep her mouth from dropping open at the man’s obvious answer. It wasn’t odd for her to meet someone who was rude, but this was... well, it was certainly beyond rude. She slowly drew her guns, “Maybe I will.” Actually, more likely than not, people would starting coming to them once she started firing bullets and he started swinging those massive weapons around. This fight would in no way be discrete.

The woman looked him over once more. Between his huge physique and large weapons, her mouth curved in a smile as a thought dawned on her. Jeez, I hope we aren’t compensating for something here.

She was amazed at his reflexes. As soon as the Salvager had raised her guns and started firing, the elf’s axe was up and deflecting the bullets. And even from his relaxed position. Tiah had thought that maybe he would be a little slow with his weapons. Apparently not. Still shooting, she ran towards the metallurgist and, just as she reached him, the human dropped and used her momentum to slid between his legs. Maybe I can take him down from behind. At least that was the plan until a hand reached down, grabbed one of her arms, and hoisted her into the air.