When she was with people she trusted, Alina tended to think aloud. Now, though she wasn't entirely sure she could trust Guy, she felt she had to... and so she was expressing her thoughts in a hushed whisper.
"Just being inside this doorway, we're at a disadvantage," she said softly. "I've no doubt he's got a gun trained on the doorway..." She swore in Italian. "Information... so much we don't have..." She drew her second pistol and glanced across the doorway at Guy. "You seem like the competent sort... hope you know how to use this accurately... just in case..."
She slid the gun across to Guy, and then called out to the stranger, "What do you want?"