John turned and saw what was going on.  He made his way to the three and the two men seemed to back off, having heard about the SPECTRE being on Omega.  "Leave the lady alone."  It didn't help any that the two couldn't see his face, John having never removed the N7 Combat Helmet which matched the armor, preferring to breath the recycled air that his suit provided rather than the processed stuff Omega put out.  "You must be another of the visitors from beyond our galaxy.  It's an honor to meet you, but as you can see we've ran into some problems."  Holding out his hand all the same, John's tone was kind to Michelle despite the grim mood that was in the air.  "We'll be holding a small gathering to make sure we have everyone before we move out of this place, but until then, keep within radio contact or by me, whichever you prefer."