Utem unclipped the strap of the other gun's holster while looking back from the one already in his hand, fixed in the direction of the movement. Hearing Franka's words, he merely raised his hands, the first three fingers idly extended as a gfretting when his name was mentioned. He returned his eye to the scope on his gun, both eyes open searching for movement both with the scope and his naked eye.<br/><br/>He didn't minded the man as long as he wasn't a potential threat. If he proved to be a drag, perhaps he would make suitable cannon fodder. He still paid attention to the conversation going on behind him, it was information he also needed to know, regardless of the current events. Hi thoughts drifte to Franka for a second, Derrick had some issues to solve with her and carrying someone around wasn't in the best interest of the mission, still she had some knowledge, and perhaps might prove useful. He chuckled lowly, he had thought of Derrick stuck inside a cannon with a fuse lit, a suitable cannon fodder, and a common cartoon joke.