<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ncTr42c.png)</div>Tamrithra had trouble getting a word in beyond the occasional shake or nod of her head to Mr. Dent's various theories.<br/><br/>"Yes-I mean no-<strong>I mean really no!"</strong>she stammered. "I need a ship, but sending the whole station into M42?! Not while there's...some not so bad guys around, ya know."<br/><br/>She picked up one of the laser pistols when it seemed evident the human wasn't going to do so on his own. "Did your, uh, habitat have a Marksmanship Program?"<br/><br/>It was a question the Nyemai did not expect to ask in the early years of her life, but she was shocked to discover that not all human colonies had universal self-defense programs. Given the circumstances the man was in, she figured the least she could do was impart a little bit of advice.<br/><br/>"Hold it parallel to the ground, take a deep breath, aim down the sights, pull the trigger. Can't be a proper lesson, but better than nothing. Alright, I'll be heading off now! Thanks for the advice A of Dent!"<br/><br/>And with that, Tamrithra activated the sealant helmet on her armored vacc suit. She doubted that the hold would be depressurized or exposed to the vastness of space, but given the ship's location and whatever bandit-dethroning harebrained schemes her partner was doing in the western section of the station, it couldn't hurt to be prepared.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">3/4 HP.<br/><br/>Taking the southern airlock hatch.</div></div>