"Armory," Babs announces. There are buttons, of course, but they're something of a pain to use from the chair. The elevator doors slide closed and the elevator shudders as it descends a couple of floors.

The armory is pretty similar to the command room, but instead of screens, the walls were loaded down with gadgets. Tranq guns, smoke grenades, body armor, rope, grappling gear... was that a sewing machine?

Babs believes in being prepared.

"Take what you need."