He looked up at her with an almost desperate expression.  "Maybe so but I could have a weapon built and perfected by now that might give us a fighting chance... Without it I am afraid of what will happen to you and the rest of the ship..." He took her hands in his holding them gently hers seemingly tiny against his.  He looked down at the difference in them and sighed.  "You all need to get off the ship...I stand as mucha chance of making it as the entire crew does..."