They're ugly looking things, made to punch real holes into a creature. For a moment, she can't help wondering what kind of damage they'd do to a person - and then she puts the idea out of her mind, refusing to let herself dwell on it (or on why she wondered in the first place).

"Thanks." She can feel the difference in their weight, just holding them in a quiver. Under better circumstances, she'd rather take a few practice shots first, but there's no time to waste today. "We need anything else for these critters?"