[Tarn comes into sight, and Ratchet halts sharply, taking a step back. He's considerably smaller, no mini, but compared to Tarn he might as well be. He doesn't need to look for a badge, his face is the goddamn badge, and his hackles are up.
He'd answer but there's a shelf currently flying in his face, so he dodges instead, immediately cycling out his swords.
He doesn't know anyone here, but he sure as hell knows he can't let... this wander around the ship.]
No. I don't think I'll be doing that.
[He has lost the aggressive tone, his voice softer, slightly more thoughtful now]
Destroying a stock room isn't going to do anything to fix anything.
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He'd answer but there's a shelf currently flying in his face, so he dodges instead, immediately cycling out his swords.
He doesn't know anyone here, but he sure as hell knows he can't let... this wander around the ship.]
No. I don't think I'll be doing that.
[He has lost the aggressive tone, his voice softer, slightly more thoughtful now]
Destroying a stock room isn't going to do anything to fix anything.