"Back off, now." The captive held a pistol pointing at her as if the pistol meant being saved. A mech was only valuable for it's mechanics but a person was priceless. Well at least in her eyes. Ackerman would raise hell if she didn't get something out of this ordeal. In fake defeat she backed away giving the captive more room to crawl out of the cockpit. The gun continued to be pointed at her.<br/><br/>" Would you get that thing out of my face, I may have a gun in my hand but it's pointed at the ground." Which of  course is true  at the moment. After all she really didn't want to kill the person right away. This was when it sunk on that communications were off. If there was some form of getting ahold of ackerman again...but there was only one form of communication over distance, and it ws not working. Aggrivatingly she began to climb down off the mech, and as her fett brought her down men began to surround the mech. They were there only to ensure the captive does not get away.<br/><br/>Her captive may be overly mad about the situation but there was nothing to be done now. The capsule on her back if shot could probably cause some damage to everybody. So as she stepped on the ground her feet would now be facing the men and not the captive. " Alright, you climb down." Isolation was a safe method at the moment. However, even a slight freedom could make a captive wish for escape.<br/><br/>Time ticked by as the captive tended to just stand in place. If the person did not move there would soon be retailiation from the men. Which would the situation far worse. All they needed was the captives knowledge , and the mech's mechanical system. There was a small feeling that the ladder might not be an option.