The pod opened, and others began to trail out. One eye was kept on the Rat, and his gun remained pointed at her chest; but he kept those who were disembarking in his peripheral. "If you want the flesh so bad, Rat, then go ahead and take it. Though, I reckon they're still attached to it." He spat out the words, and wondered why he was being so damn charitable; or, for that matter, why the thing hadn't tried gunning him down yet.<br/><br/>The big dude talked a bit about sense; even that part about killing him. Pandora was, after all, a pretty damn hostile place. "Well, I don't intend any ill will towards anyone that has a lick of common decency left in 'em. But, seems to me like you should be worrying about the critter that is obsessed with eating flesh at the moment, and not me." He slowly paced around the group, keeping his eyes on 'em all. The pistol is still firmly pointed at the Rat; but that could change in an instant.