Kass Aldric
He blushed lightly at here prodding, suggesting that he was being "flirty". Perhaps he had been? Actually, it would be more surprising if he hadn't been. After all, weird things can happen to the heart when you've all but locked yourself in a building with only one other person to keep you from going completely bonkers. Perhaps... His train of thought was derailed suddenly when Iris demanded to be put down, and he grudgingly obliged. It had been... nice? Kass adjusted his glasses and mumbled. "If you had a p-problem with it, you should have said so earlier." Finally the elevator doors opened. The scene laid out before them would have made a redneck cry.
Guns, of all makes and types lined the walls. Uzis, AKs, magnums, 42cal. revolvers, anything a gun nut could want, all kept in pristine condition. Knives, swords, polearms, even eastern weapons were sealed in airtight cases to prevent rust. All of them bore a simple cross on the handles. Kass stepped into the room and rubbed the back of his head, at a loss for words. If this was what human religion used to be like, he would have really hated to see their military. At the other end of the room was another steel door with "Emergency provisions" written across it. In Latin. "Really, who even speaks Latin anymore? Well, I promised you supplies, here they are. All the supplies we'd ever need."