Well, Luca thought it wasn't so bad.
He could have gotten guns and the like, but that would have been against the Expo's rules.
Then again, what use would they have for guns when fighting against corrupted goo? Nothing really.
So guns and other legally recognized weapons were currently out of the question.
While Rahil screamed inside his containment bubble without anyone noticing, the concerned little chipmunk spent a moment distributing what he had carefully considered earlier: particle saws.
His good brother benefited greatly from holding two whenever something bad happened. Luca had seen it himself. The grip tightened, the breathing stabilized, and suddenly his brother looked ten percent less like he was about to commit arson in self-defense. Based on this very scientific observation, Luca concluded that the others would likely find the same comfort.
At best, they could use the saws for protection against unexpected threats. At worst, it would help them feel better.
