Cypher didn't lower the gun right away, not until the drones lowered theres, at which point, she lowered the weapon without another thought.  Staring at Neymi, those crimson eyes swirled back, clearly taking off a lock from her shapely form.  "Aye, good.  Clean up of brain matter is such a pain.  Next time those wee lil droids come back online, and aim at me or at me a chara again, and I won't hesitate ta pull the trigger."  She mused, the thick accent still in the voice processor.  "Now then, if we're all done, which way are we goin'?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>