The ingenious light grenades and assorted traps brought a whole new light to M-'s eyes. It's clear she gets certain details with rigging the trip wires, though others take a little longer, like she has to figure out where certain details come from when it comes to the mechanics. But when she gets them, she's clearly pleased by the process.

"My compliments to the inventor of these brilliant contraptions."

Then she pauses as she takes the sword, test the balance and weight. The fit wasn't quite as seamlessly natural as her knives, but infinitely more comfortable than a gun despite the fact the blade was proportioned for a larger man. Yes, she would do just fine.

"I'll trust her with my life."

Her steps stay light even when she's loaded down and begins to set the traps with a careful hand. Not quite how Blade would do it, but something about her choices brings up vague memories of catching rabbits and other game with snares and traps in the winter cold that has so little to do with her actual experience as to be surreal. Not so much as to distract her from the work or to rig a few of the bigger windows to flash once for the first escape attempt and again when someone else tries.

Then she's waiting quietly in the shadow of the back door, hardly breathing. Waiting for Blade to take charge.