Gabby did not have a hard time believing the man that Lance was a medic which would require some degree of intelligence. "Anywhere is safe than here. You may just end up carrying him back to your ship - conscious or not." She dwelled on the thought that there could be others injured out there. "Is Lance your only medic?" She certainly did not have all of the supplies and using her abilities could and would eventually leave her fatigued if she did it enough times. All the training may have expanded her limits, but she was not without her own weakness'. She took his last words as a compliment. "You do not judge an entire race... or rather sex... based upon the actions of a few. Otherwise, Lance would have been a very odd example for you all." Although she had just missed the first part and it was not hitting her. "Fight? You<i>came</i>here to<i>fight</i>? Us?" Her tone held a slight degree of defense, hoping she was wrong. She spoke of only killing for defense, then why were they here? Armed, no less.