Erich nodded at Alroy both in greeting the other veteran, and agreeing with the stout 'warrior's assessment. "Do it. If it was one of the units on-planet, the gun cameras might just have enough to bury the attackers for twenty years with red tape and censure at the MRB.  If it happens to be something else, like, say, Drac Yaks, well, then we're going to have fun figuring out exactly how they got close to her, though, I'd hazard a guess or three."<br/><br/>He paused, looking at the tech. "Bensson, right? Do what you can, and, once you and the tech crew is done, I suggest your coworkers, and yourself, get around two c-notes of good beer; you look like you'll need it." He reached into a pocket and tucked two 100 C-bill notes into the tech's jacket pocket, making sure that no blood would get on the money. "Keep doing good work."