"Max." Allrightythen. Balthier takes out one of the guns he's carrying in belts slung across his hips, and hands it to her. It's not anything particularly Earth-specific, looking more like some kind of twisted hybrid of a flint-lock pistol and an automatic rifle. (Video games. It happens.) "If you would be so kind as to shoot that thing if it cuts me in half, I'd appreciate it."

He's going in there? ... Seems that way.