It was kind of like having a bird on your shoulder, chattering away in your ear endlessly.  That was how the trip back felt really.  But Roan was able to tune out the rant.  Really, it was likely just a good way for her to release a little pressure, and that was never a bad thing really.  Long as she didn't expect him to either A.) apologise, B.) actually listen to the rant, or C.) feel bad.  Beacuse those were the three least likely outcomes to the whole situation.  Roan had earned more than a few eyerolls and distateful looks from his thoery and practice in most cases.  He was a firm believer in the Law of Men.  They aint wrong.  They aint sorry.  And it's probably gonna happen again.<br/><br/>Of course that law was sacred amongst men, adn never to be shared with the ladies of the world.  Dire consequences if that happened.  Roan agreed with the Doc aimlessly as she made her way to the med bay.  Roan picked his way aroud the corridors as the ship started to rumble.  Always a welcome sign.  They were getting off of this rock, and back into the Black.  Roan let himself into his room, adn set his bottle of booze in a rack.  He paused, adn then slid the pistol from the holster and unloaded it, setting it on the side table.  Big enough to make sure folk knew he wasn't fooling, but a little much to be toting around on ship.  No one on here that needed a good being shot.  He picked out a smaller one from the small set of handguns he owned.  Less flash, less bang, but a large clip and a hell of a rate of fire.  It was a good close quarters pistol.<br/><br/>Roan lef this room, adn absently made his way up to the cockpit, seeing Hawk at the controls.<br/>"Morning Bird-Lady.  See we got this boat in the air.  Where we headed?"  He asked.