[ ..It would be a noble cause that would sway York. Someone doing the right thing, needing his help.

She hasn't even given greater context, but frankly, she doesn't see a need to until they get to stage 2. Should he decide he's going to help with that. She is sincere, however, though the relief that he's agreeing is hidden, the sigh soundless in her helmet. ]

I'll find something for you.

[She can most certainly handle guns for the both of them. After a moment's consideration, her hand is extended across the table.]

Tomorrow. If you don't show at the agreed site, then this conversation never happened.