Kaneda can't help the lopsided little grin at the nudge she gives him; for all of a pain in the ass she is, she's reliable. And he'd just as much have her at his back as his own crew.

Looks like they're about to find out, though. The teen freezes for a split second and in that next breath she gives the invitation. He readies the flimsy, weird little weapon she gave him, his grin now sharp as a razor while dark eyes root out whatever furniture or rubble he can use to also throw at their assailants.

Why did they even bother to file in through the door, anyway, at least seven of them, varying in sizes and ages but the one thing that's the same is the somehow grim, yet smug looks on their faces as they look to try to surround the duo.