"I- What. Just- Just what. That has to be the most fucked up sentence to ever momentarily flirt with logic on it's merry way down the crazy train. Whatever, he's a wizard. But regardless of what he might have the locals convinced of, it doesn't change the fact that we are in a ridiculously poor tactical situation and whoever shot us down is probably on their way to finish the job."

"Fine, it's your prerogative to trust the old coot, it's mine to be paranoid. I'm gonna make sure he hasn't fucked with my gear. I'd recommend you do the same. Primitive planet or not, your face'd be mighty red if you found yourself in a fight with mud in your power cells."

Tam stalked out, snorting. Some people just did not have the proper temperament for mercenary work. She found her gear in the next room. Disturbingly, each of her teammates equipment was sorted into it's own separate pile. She tossed a worried glance over her shoulder. How had the old man known whose equipment was whose? For that matter, she definitely hadn't been wearing some of this during the brief fur-ball which preceded the crash. If that wasn't suspicious, then she was an avatar of Kalkin. 

Following her own advice, she thoroughly looked over her gear, brightening up a bit when she found her trusty fitting wrench strapped on the side of her kit. She smiled involuntarily. As long as she'd owned the damn thing, she'd never run into anything it couldn't handle. It was starting to feel more like a family member than a tool. The rest of the gear was in order. You really couldn't break the shotgun. It was old-tech, and reliable as hell, and the pistol passed a cursory strip-down, enough to tell it hadn't been disassembled at least. Some of her more delicate diagnostic gear was worse for wear, but she'd hardly be stripping down Fire Support Drones in the near future. 

All in all, it felt good to sling the heavy pack. She bounced on her toes to get the weight situated right, absorbing the ache from her bruises. When this was all over, she owed herself one hell of a spa day, but this was on the clock. It was time to get dirty.