There was that word again, heroes. One would think someone would've come up with a better name for those that arrive. At least, Aya believes so.

She's about to respond when the woman remarks on her firearms. As annoying as it is that she's in clothes that aren't her own, there's some comfort to be found that she still has weapons. Aya doesn't sleep well without a handgun next to her bed.

"Well, yeah. Guns are part of my job."

Job from back home, that is. Though, suppose it's become apart of whatever job she has here now, too.