Eris was perched on her mattress, balanced on a forklift, ten feet in the air, thinking. She'd pitched the idea of a raid for the umpteenth time - she needed to check the shooting range again to see what she could scavenge - but instead of letting the guys shut her down immediately, she'd insisted they think on it before retreating to her bed, surrounded by copies of her favorite books, spare clothes, and several bags, containing the few weapons and bricks of ammo she could carry with her as she left the shop. She absently picked up her Glock - her favorite firearm, requiring little maintenance. It was a little snappier than her 19, but she enjoyed the extra kick. She checked the magazine lying near it and considered some target practice, maybe even teaching Kane to shoot, but after a moment set the gun back down, deeming the activity a waste of ammunition.