Natascha shifted herself slightly so she was leaning against the upper hinges of the cockpits door. She popped her hips to the left, sliding down to provide a little bit more comfort for herself as she stood in the middle of the door. One could think that this was a time when she was contemplating her options for the moment; Though within the period it took her to shift her body, both guns still pointed at the males in the small room, which took all of three seconds, she had already made her decision. A small smirk appeared upon her puffy red, highly kissable lips as she slid her head to one side. "Mmm.." she began to speak, her lips slipping backwards to rub againts one-another as-if she were thinking a little bit more. "Mm-nope. I want something much better than that. You seem like the leader..which is sad" She spoke to Sniper, pushing down the gun just a little bit so it actually pointed down at him "Follow me. I'm sure this hunk of junk has an auto-pilot" she purred, slipping herself back as she pulled her head back. "And hurry up, I'm already getting bored of you people..and when I get bored, I tend to blow things up~"