"I'm not dumb enough to put the cart before the horse," she said, ignoring just how quaint the expression was. "I wouldn't be a very good mercenary if I just ran in holding that thing with the nozzle facing myself and said 'give me a job'! Gawds."

Answering a question she knew Starscream hadn't asked, she smirked. "The armor that the Blue Suns get to wear would look great on me." Though she knew he was right. She knew next to nothing about how the various bands of mercenaries worked around here. She cast a look over her shoulder before turning around entirely and returning to where she'd placed that weird grey weapon-slash-monstrosity. "I could probably paint this to match."