Kalina Kovalic
Kalina caught the other carbine Gerard tossed before immediately handing it off to Silje, mags included. Restricted on Mist as they were, Silje would need the extra firepower more than most of the rest of the squad did. Morden was a walking tank, Justice was already used to throwing the kitchen sink at their enemies, and Kalina had access to her gunblade with the amount of Mist they could make use of right now.
She supposed she ought to be feeling some sort of way about this entire situation. Betrayed by what were supposed to be their own people? Oh, well. WARDEN indoctrination had never quite managed to have Kalina forget that she wasn't Rassvetian in the first place. Her people? Hardly. They were just the best option she had to kill Vangarites with. If they got in the way of her doing that, she'd deal with them.
"Either Veld's burned us or he's incompetent enough that someone under him sold out. We kill anyone who gets in our way, Rassvet or not." Kalina said, holstering her knife and drawing her gunblade from her Pocket before swapping the weapons in her hands so that she was holding her sword in her right and her pistol in her left. A quick check of her gunblade's chamber had Kalina swapping the usual explosive rounds out with shielding ones in preparation for dealing with more gun-wielding opponents. Against mundane humans, the explosive power of her normal rounds was overkill anyways.
"We need that spook. He's probably the only one we can get our hands on who has answers at this point."