He could feel his teeth grinding at the conversation he was having with this woman, although not as badly as it had when he was talking to some of the stuck up 'upper class' folks from back home. Suddenly, all the reasons he'd spent so much time out on his own came flooding back. She was self serving, snarky, opinionated, sarcastic and oozed back stabber. He'd probably be better off just shooting her now and going home, but...<br/><br/>He'd managed to weasel it out of her that she'd not come armed with any projectile weapons. He had a good hunch that she wasn't wielding a gun, or else her signal for liquids or energy would have pinged off at a much higher rating, the knife crack was just a guess, since he figured no one was stupid enough to be out this far without a vehicle with at least some form of weaponry. Although a knife against the predators around here might as well be a tooth pick. But if your plan was to run and hide, not lugging around anything that'd give you a stronger 'scent' was probably the best strategy, and she didn't look like much of a fighter. But...he'd been wrong about more sure things before.<br/><br/>His chest heaved in a deep sigh as she started to move off for cover, for all the good it would do them. He, on the other hand, was more concerned about his ship. If it stayed out in the open, there was a good chance that it'd be the first victim of this possible,  and an even better chance that she might try to steal it at the first possible chance. Rolling his thumb over the data pad, he accessed the ship's remote interface and the engines rumbled to life. It began to break ground with the pressure of it's engines as it hovered low above the surface, and then began to rise, moving straight up until it was several yards in the air and broke off at a cruising speed.<br/><br/>He set the data pad on a small clasp mounted to the handle of his shot gun and flicked it back to the motion detector before following the mysterious, nameless female. The ship blipped across the screen as it pulled away, and the perimeter of the area began to waver, the motion detector having a hard time picking out the difference between waves of dust and what could be a swarm of predators. Why was he sitting here, waiting? Well, there was a good reason, and he might never have a chance like this again. It was a decent sized clearing,<br/><br/>It wasn't every day you had a nice, unarmed piece of bait just fall into your lap.