Realistically, she knows they're probably about to go on a wild damn goose chase. Finding a pin in a haystack. Everyone is gonna be trying to run for a gun, a weapon, anything to protect themselves.

She'd say she feels like a rats if the rats in these tunnels didn't have a hell of a lot more freedom.

Julie stops when he does, a step below him, adding on to the already impressive height difference between them. Then her eyes grow wide, her head jutting forward as she stares up at him. "A machete? Jesus R, why didn't you fucking say that?" Guy I ate. Ignoring that. Really ignoring it. The important part is the weapon, the machete. A damn machete. She's pretty sure ninety-nine percent of people wouldn't risk getting near anyone wielding one of those.

She needs it. Already imagining the hard handle in her hand has her feeling better. In her desperation, it feels worth it just to go back.

"How long ago was that?"