Sandy meanwhile was stuck on the name. After all Pruna may not have had a name to begin with, but that was some kind of robot name from a science fiction flick.

Seeing that Pruna wasn't exactly eager to put her weapon down Sandy went first by sliding the crowbar into a holder she'd made out of some ripped up fabric. It hung off her back for now but if she needed to she could tug it free...probably.

"Bit of a mouthful. You got a nickname?" She offered hoping to cool off the tension before someone started losing blood.