Despite the bleeding, pain, and being a bit drunk, Ariadne screwed her face up in a determined glare. She didn't have a bullet in her and it was a bit of bloodloss. It was in her shoulder so no major arteries were hit or she'd be dead. Besides it was her choice to come. Just like it was her choice to join the business or date him.

But she didn't get a chance to get that out.

"Oh good. A gun." She said breathily and with a small grin.

Ariadne laid back in the cab when Arthur hopped in the front. The situation was bleak at best. But she trusted him. Arthur always managed to protect her. He was always there. She put her faith in that he'd get them out of this.

"Do you have any contacts in Buenos Aires?" She asked trying to help. Ariadne needed to do something. She just wasn't the damsel in distress type.