[ Blake frowns quizzically. She'd already guessed that he was a fighter from the way he'd so easily handled a combat situation, but to be without a weapon-- that's concerning. ]

I think I'd be climbing the walls if I didn't have Gambol Shroud with me.

[ The admission is wry, and she reaches back to lovingly pat the weapon sheathed on her back, the katana's handle sticking out of a rectangular cleaver sheath. ]

Okay. Mission one: we find a weapon for you.

[ Decisively, Blake stands. She's looked at the alligator thing enough, and fought it long enough that she has a pretty good idea of their capabilities. The lightning is the most concerning thing, but Blake's fast enough to dodge it, so she's got the upper hand as long as she's not slowed down. Its jaws are pretty scary looking, and that tail looks like it could break some bones, but they're only secondary concerns. Blake's fought much, much bigger.

From here, they can see the garage that they all initially woke up in. She eyes it thoughtfully. ]

Do you think we'd find anything useful in there? I wasn't really looking for weapons when I scavenged, but there might be something worth finding.