He watched as she seemed to dance between the people, killing them with a chilling perfection. One moment they were there, the next they were dead. Drak felt a pit in his stomach as the man who was just trying to make a living died because Drak was desperate enough to steal from him. Drak didn't even use the money that was stolen, and the whole situation felt sour in his mouth. It was as if he chose this man for death.<br/><br/>He looked at Ziv with a fear, yet respect he'd never felt. "I don't know if to kiss you, or to run away," he told her. She was just trying to save his life. Yet the way she moved and killed with almost no remorse... he'd killed before, but it was always dirty, with a blaster, and he knew he had no way out. Then afterwards he always felt sick inside, wondering who's parent, child, or spouse he'd just killed. Regardless, she had just saved his life, and she let the last defenceless man go. "I'm in your debt. Thank you."<br/><br/>He looked at where she was shot. "Let me see," he told her, but she checked it herself, and she was wearing a protection suit. He was relieved to see she was okay. The last thing he wanted was for the only person on this moon who didn't want him dead, to meet that fate. "All I want is to get out of here. So lead the way," he told her. He looked back at the men on the ground for a second, feeling the pit in his stomach grow. He looked away though. If we was going to survive, he would have to detach himself. It was him or this world. The choice was obvious.