Nikkoli threw her hands up and grabbed the rifle, smacking Miles across the face angrily. "Quit cher b**chin' and grab something already. Get moving or we're sitting ducks... Men!" She snorted, storming outside to sit on guard, watching for guards. Her triple tails flicked in agitation, each doing a different thing so she could keep watch in more than one way. Ears swiveling, she listened, watched, and felt for danger in every direction the farthest she could.