After seeing shade flying into the air, Michael checked the small LCD readout on the side of his gun, seeing the amount of ammo he had left, then turns to Mugsnaga: "The name's Michael Almeida, though my friends call me Mike. I'm a freelancer, which is a lot like a mercenary or a bounty hunter... Anyway, I've heard of the Red Spanna tribe, you guys are all right in my book." He grips his weapon with both hands tightly, as he continues to talk: "Thanks for your help by the way, I tried contacting my guild to get someone to pick me up, but everyone's too busy at the moment. If we can survive long enough, we might both be able to get out of this place alive." Hearing the space ork's compliment on his weapon, he grins: "Well, it's hardly the best weapon out there, but it gets the job done most of the time."<br/>Hearing the pikanaga, Michael quickly turns towards it, aiming the shotgun at it, scowling: "This is definitely going to be one of those days..."