Max took a deep breath as Greg prepared the handover of the shotgun, not certain of her intent at first, but confident that if the alien really wanted her dead she'd be a pink mist about now. As the weapon was slapped into her grip she finally got the intent and understood its meaning. She was in charge in this situation and as regulation as her pistol was, the shotgun radiated authority a pistol certainly could be an effective weapon that spoke a threat in the hands of enforcement, but this gun here, it shouted it. Max squared her shoulders and making sure that the barrel was pointed nowhere near anyone, released the safety, wouldn't do to forget _that_.<br/><br/>"Thank you."<br/><br/>She responded before noting Greg holding out her hand for her pistol, which after a short pause, she handed over.<br/><br/>"Persuant to article eight dash dee of High Port customs and excise I hereby deputise you and given the high potential threat of the situation arm you."<br/><br/>And with a brisk nod to her partner would move into the lead...