"++Please, help yourself. I'd offer it myself but I'm a little... preoccupied at the moment++," Verateka mentioned, gesturing again with the autoguns in her arms. She took a seat against the wall, her back towards the tank. "++Did I mention how woefully inaccurate I am? It might be a good time to bring that back up. Specifically the woefully inaccurate bit. Also, my inability to go toe-to-toe with tanks. Probably important to bring that back up as well. Sure, if we get inside I can break the Machine Spirit over my knee, but the whole pre-boarding phase...++"

Verateka made a noise akin to the clearing of one's throat. "++Anyways, please, take a fragmentation grenade. Or two, if you'd like++."