"I would not be sure about that," mutters Gus. He glances out the window, but so far the way seems more or less clear. "Back this way," he says, steering her away from the entrance, toward the cluster of upended furniture that he's turned into a makeshift fort. "This place is in no way secure. You any good with a gun?" There's a few extras in the locker he broke into, and while he's not thrilled about arming strangers, the situation more or less calls for it. He'll be damned if he gets a group together and he's the only one with a weapon.