Tensing at the sounds coming from beyond their car, he's glad for the additional bullets. It makes him a little bit less useless. Accelerator bends down and scoops up the firearm, then leans against the door frame again so he can let go of his crutch temporarily to remove the clip. After setting that gun aside, he pulls his own back out and loads it. He's had a lot of practice, so his motions are fluid.

"Okay," he replies, adjusting his grip on his handgun. The dumb thing is a bit too heavy for his liking, but it's worked well enough for him so far. There hasn't been any real need to replace it yet.

Once he's ready he sighs a little, waiting. Absently, his eyes trail over to the body that's still off to the side, covered by a sheet. This wasn't the first wave of rioters, and there's no way it'll be the last. He purses his lips for a few moments. "How much worse was it earlier?"