"We can only hope," she drags her eyes back up to Amy, somewhat surprised by the invitation. It's probably for the best that she finds allies, people who can help watch her back while she watches theirs. She works better in a team anyway.

She nods assent, "I'll see you there." Dropping to tuck her knife into her boot, Ariadne hopes that if she needs it most, she won't have to scramble too much to reach it. A few of her cans have rolled away; her attention flicks down to them as she shifts, giving Amy the opportunity she needs to get away should she choose.