[Ever a paragon of decision-making, Minato minds his hands and makes for the lounge--

No, no. We all know he's not even thinking about that. He can't not protect the others, after all. Guns aren't his thing, but these are bigger, mounted guns. Can't exactly mistake these for his Evoker.

So he grabs himself a T and aims. Bulletproof, nothing to lose, fire away fire away.]