"Heptarchate?" They knew that they were all out of time, but it is still disconcerting to hear. They shake their head as if to indicate Sasha doesn't need to say anything and keep moving forward. "Children, gotcha."

Their lips twitch at "Fyedlet of the flowers" and they can't help a glance back to the young woman. "I assure you that I not only know guns require ammunition, I even carry extra rounds," they add dryly.