[ She doesn't need weapons when she herself is one, and while he worries for her, she thinks about how fragile her new friends are and how afraid she is of seeing the dust settle after this chaos to find herself the last one standing. The ones like him, with his need to feel like he's protecting her instead of the other way around, are the ones most likely to jump into danger for that very reason. So while she nods slowly to his answer about information, she gives him a rather miffed look when he asks why she's here.

Why a girl like her is here. It sounds just like something her sister would say, the same thing she's been trying to shrug off her shoulders for so long. ]

You are the one who needs help walking and not I.

[ She sounds decidedly indignant, but she hates being angry. Her next words are softer. ]

If you tell me what information you need --in what form-- I will find it for you.