[On that note, she's going to follow his example and nab herself a secondary - a good, solid-looking pistol - and tuck it into an available jacket pocket. Heck, maybe a grenade or two and a few spare magazines, too. They're like RAM, right? Can't ever have enough.]

Take what we can use. Dump the rest over the side of the mountain and hope the impact on the valley floor breaks them.

[Can't ditch them here. Can't blow them up without making a scene. Sure as hell can't deliver them. She looks up from one of the heavier weapons that she's disassembling like she could do it blindfolded. Odds are, she could.]

Sound good to you?