"Going in blind?" she asked. "We don't even know how many of them there are, or, for that matter, who they are. For all you know, they're related to the people you rescued, and were following a distress beacon of sorts. Not<em>likely,</em>I'll admit... but to just go in, guns blazing? What if they have the destination room trapped with explosives, too? Or guns? You probably wouldn't survive getting a shotgun blast to the face." She made a gesture like smacking him on the back of the head. "You, of all people, should know better than to go exactly where the enemy wants you."