Klaus Shrugged, re-seating the pistol's power-pack and taking a few shots at an image of a Squig. One shot missed wide, followed by the next two hitting the target in the middle. "Don't know what the captain's cooking up in her mind at the moment, though, knowing her general state of mind, it could turn into a nice, peaceful cargo run, or we could end up being run out of the system, again, by whichever local Governor thinks that we're too rag-tag and Heretical to even pretend to consider owning a Cruiser, much less one that's virtually brand-new from the assembly yard."<br/><br/>Placing his pistol on the shelf again, he turned as the door opened, collecting the toolkit he had requested, and sending the servitor on its way with a nod of assent. Opening the kit, he tossed the screwdriver into the bottom of the box, and picked up a calibrator that was purpose-built for the work he was doing on his pistol, and quietly tinkered with it. "What about you? Any Ideas on what we'll encounter, or should I just assume it'll be a den of Chaos, and bring out the Face-melter as a preventative measure?"<br/><br/>his second Lho-stick was almost completely burned out when he finished tinkering with his pistol, which a few practice shots showed that it would hit what the sights aimed at.  "So, want me to look at your needler, or not?"