Nika settled into one of the slightly plush chairs as the gang plank raised and the pilot prepared for take-off. She hummed slightly as she considered Quinn's armaments and skills.

"A sharpshooter better than me. Now there's a challenge." She smiled slightly. She would also not mention the last sniper person on her team had quit the company because of her. Well, her and his own attitudes about corporate confidentiality.

"Any special designs on your throwing knives?" She mostly asked because her mother had her own distinctive knives, and then there was her adopted "brother" of sorts with his own throwing knives. She almost wondered if thrown pointiness was gathering around her.