(I'll take the man, if ya don't mind

)
Adele patted Sybil lightly on the shoulder. "Gauss rifles are hard to find; don't take it personally," she said, chuckling softly as they passed through the doorway.
The man, seeing his chance, grabbed the knife and dashed after Adele with high hopes of revenge. His revenge was reasonable. They had ruined a warehouse he'd dedicated his life to filling, after all. But thoughts of revenge had blinded him to reason and practicality, and only in mid stride did he realize he had no chance at all against the two.
Adele was prepared for the attempted attack. She had set him up for it, after all, and was just waiting with her favorite knife clenched in hand. When he was inches from her, she spun around and went straight for the throat, aim perfect. No need to make things elaborate and slow. It would only make more of a mess, and she didn't fancy having to go all day in blood laden clothes.
The man groaned with all that he could as he dropped to the ground.
"Try that door over there for your rifle," Adele said, handing Sybil a key and pointing in the direction of the room she had discovered earlier. She flicked a speck of dust off her elbow, barely glancing at the man as she walked away.