"I wasn't exactly...encouraged...to carry a weapon," Jal said slowly with a smirk that didn't quite mask her lingering distaste for her former life. She was not entirely Klingon and so she had been largely able to contain most of her anger once she'd bested those who had enslaved her but occasionally it still smoldered through, a lack of control that displeased her greatly when she was aware of it. She glanced back at the ruckus and shifted her chair slightly to avoid any collateral damage but otherwise ignored it. "My education in certain kinds of weaponry is far behind what it should be but I'm working on it. I'll seek out one of these rifles when I get the chance."<br/><br/>She took another drink but kept her hand on her mug lest the table get jostled. "Any idea what's got us heading out tomorrow?" she asked, curious if Navarro had been confiding in anyone.