"More or less." Ruffnut seemed satisfied with that and was currently examining one of her throwing stars. "But ya gotta aim. The closer you are the better so you don't waste any bullets. And try to hit em somewhere important." Putting the star back in it's case she grinned her crooked grin. "We should be fine with these. We'll have a look around. Find some food and water and try to make sure you don't die too quick."

Given Ruffnut's track record, her deaths ranged from idiotic, and unlucky to wild and foolish so Hemlock was in semi-experienced hands.