The tall woman stood there for now ignoring the words coming from Nova, thankfully! At least<i>someone</i>she could keep at arms length! Why where people so bloody tolerant of her antics anyway? She’d have to step it up, after they made it out alive. Perhaps if she bragged enough and took credit, that might do it… Her thoughts flittered in the back of her head even as she kept her ice blue eyes pinned on the horizon, her voice soft but firm as she addressed the nun beside her.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: DarkOrange">W</span></b><span style="color: DarkOrange">e… Your all scared Chiara, no need to be ashamed of that. And your job is not to fight yet, your job is to make sure everyone else keeps fighting, that’s why you need to stick close, we cannot have you be snatched up.</span><br/><br/>That was, for what it was worth, nothing more than the truth. Chiara was, together with Sam, some of the most useful members of the entire expedition, being able to move them all and keep them fighting near indefinitely? Blades where realistic enough to realize the importance of that, and she was, though she refused to show it, rather relieved that the venean where willing to listen to her, despite the manner in which she gave the instructions. Of course, those luscious green breasts which seemed to spill out into the open, the damp light and the faint pearls of sweat<i>did</i>cause a rather significant distraction in a manner that the bathing girl had not, granted, this might also have to do with the weapon that was pulled out between said (very lovely) breasts but.. No, she had to focus now. Damn those alien mindgames! And her own unnatural nature, she should not feel like that.<br/>Her annoyance with her own feeling where channeled quite well as the rift opened and the sound of the minigun firing more than two thousand pieces of hot lead straight into the dusks per minute, very likely tearing through anything unlucky enough to be even remotely close. And thanks to Blades speciality, a power of telekinesis, each of the thousands of bullets had quite a bit more impact and weight to it than normal.<br/>Other than that the tall woman kept her eyes out into the forest, her grip on the weapon never wavering as her sharp ice blue eyes sought out any movements, trying to keep calm, her lips moving as she continued to speak, this time in a somewhat softer tone.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: DarkOrange">What? More than thirty shots per second! That’s what!</span></b>The tall woman gave Sam a wide grin without even turning towards her, her pale skin lit with the flickering orange of the light of the miniguns muzzle as it spat out death.<br/><b><span style="color: DarkOrange">On my command, close the portal. Three… Two… One… Now!</span></b><br/>Even as she spoke the words she nodded, there was one weakness in a minigun like this, it could spit between two and six thousand rounds per minute and tear through pretty much anything, but it could not last for long, and if Sam did’nt close the portal in time then the weapon would simply run out of ammo and have to be reloaded.<br/>Should Sam turn off the portal then that would be when the tall woman gave the shorter figure another wry smile, trying (intently) to keep her eyes on the Veneans and not the sheath the gun.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrange">…also, nice gun.</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>