Metal or not, they'd both been caught by those vines and knocked out by the look of it. Still, someone to watch her back while she moves forward does have its appeal, especially with the possibility of a trap.

"It is my home," she affirms, as much to herself as to him. And the intruder has no place here. "And I mean to make it safe. You're welcome to come, Specs. Keep an eye out behind you. Don't know if he's alone. You got any type of fightin' experience apart from weed whackin'?" Brimstone moves as she speaks, starting down the stairs and pulling out her gun once more.