[ Chloe watched his hands carefully move through the motions of loading the weapon. It was familiar, and it only made the longing for her own gun worse. She sighed, hands empty. Whatever they were going to end up finding, she hardly doubted simple hand to hand combat would work. And this was space, what if this thing was an alien that could shoot projectile acid? Oh yeah, she would be quite fucked there.

This man had some interesting responses. It seemed like he wasn't one to dance around. Good for some things. Chloe watched as the man's pet went on ahead. ]

Wouldn't know what that's like. Guess I'll keep you in mind if it ever comes up, though.

[ Her hands balled tighter, nails digging. Normally the dark didn't bother her so much but it was the whole being on a ship in space and tracking something unknown that left her on edge. This kind of thing was unpredictable. ]

Yeah? And then what? Go sit on my hands while you have all the fun? Just wish it wasn't so damn dark...