"Are you good in a fight?" she looks into her coffee. "If not then we need to stick together." she got up and flipped the cushion on the couch. In it was a crate. Sarra opened the box and inside was a few handguns. "I had a feeling one day I would fuck up and they would come for me. Cashes like this are all over the house. Take what you want on your way out, I will be parked out back if you want to join me. Other wise lock the door on your way out. I wont be back but I don't want Thieves breaking into disgrace the house." On the way out she opens the closet and pulls out a gun case. "Oh and by the way, my name is Sarra."