Nika pulled out the clips for the Sig Sauer and Glock. She set one by each gun and put the spares into pouches looped into her clothing. She glanced at Quinn when he whistled at her hardware.

"If you pass your tests, we'll outfit you with top-of-the-line hardware. I'll have requisition forms available. Our tech can also make custom things." She quirked an eyebrow at having less Dr. Dooms. She was aware most of the world, in general, were afraid or despised him. She had a different view on him considering the long-standing respect between Doom and her mother.

"Peaceful and quiet for the most part," Nika answered with a shrug. "Except when superheroes go next door to thwart something or other. It stays that way while mother has her yearly peace accord dinners with Dr. von Doom."