Looking at his eyes, Elita got a sense of some sadness from him when they shook hands. When they let go, a foreboding feeling lingered on her palm as she watched him walk towards the group announcing it was time to leave. There was only one thought on her mind when she looked at her own hand, the nerves tingling slightly.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">I need a weapon.</span><br/>-----------------------------<br/>"Finally." Sam sighed as he stood up from his resting spot by the Lunching Pad. Before joining the group though he took a minute to keep an eye on crazy eyes then approached her.<br/>"Hey, 'Jeff'." He said clearing his throat. "In the best interest of everyone... Hand over your weapons." he said keeping his hand on the blaster, ready for resistance.<br/>Thinking on it a bit, he's surprised no one thought about doing this right after that whole fiasco.