The bar was...unusually reticent, in the lower layers of her mind (and she hadn't pried further; she wasn't sure if she'd be noticed; she wasn't sure if offending would get her kicked out, and regardless of whether it was actually safe it was safer than anywhere else she'd been for the past...three years?) so she couldn't be sure this place wasn't really a trap of some kind, but the higher layers gave a plausible explanation that didn't involve being a trap, and whatever else it was warm and dry and had food. Her guard was probably a full 25% down. Positively trusting, these days.
"Oh. No, there's plenty of beams of energy and actual weapons, but this isn't outside the norm."
The rose petals were traveling at high velocity and, apparently, behaving as though they were harder than whatever they hit.
"Do you think we could borrow a sheet of steel or something from Bar? I want to see how well hard metals hold up against this thing," Rose says.
"I might ask anyway, about chunks of iron or whatever that would only be good for scrap anyway so it wouldn't matter how many pieces it was in so long as the mass was the same."
And Edie...will haul them outside one at a time with her unaugmented strength, because if there's one thing besides despair living through five years of apocalypse will teach you it's stubbornness.
And when the metal is all set up it can learn that it is susceptible to vigorous petaling.
"...Thanks. To both of you. And--I'm sorry, again, for--at the beginning." She looks at the somewhat scrappier scrap metal. "I think I had better get this stuff back to the Bar and then go home."