Luther shrugged his shoulders at Dream, unbuttoning his suit jacket so that he could grab his gun easier. It had an elaborate mount that worked across his chest, although you couldn't see the activator, it seemed that it pulled the gun out of it's holster and aimed it directly in front of the tom's right leg with a bite-trigger. "I say if they aren't a bunch of girls here we just move on. Besides, who said they were a gang member anyway.
Hal jabs the barrel towards the guard's helmet again, motioning for them to walk a respectful distance away from them but away from the building at the same time.
Streak looks over at the other kits and decides that he's hungry. "Can I have something barbequey?"
Pestilence awakes drowsily. "I wouldn't mind food, whatever you guys want."