Her helmet still off Luna typed away on the console in front of her adjusting the flight parameters inputting any atmospherical data the probes managed to gather. To make a successful entrance into this foreign environment she needed every information she could gather. 
A short while later, Luna still absorbed in adjusting her ship, she barely heard the scavenger entering the Co-Pilot's seat.
Only when he asked her about the model of her bird, Luna turned her head to face him.

To her he looked like someone stuck in time, like some kind of freak space dandy, but with an added amount of smugness that hinted at more. Definitely not military, she gathered. Scientist...? Unlikely. Probably a mercenary. Or a freelancer. Not that it particularly mattered to her.
Everybody here had a reason for why they were here and Luna certainly wasn't in the spot to criticise anybody. Hell, she herself only signed up for this expedition on the bidding of the Euro-East science group which provided her with both of her ships.

"[i]Phantom Claw[/i], Ravager-class Dropship, modified. Has enough space down there to fit a medium sized strike fighter. Defensively, it can endure the impact of a medium sized asteroid. Offensively, you can pimp this baby up to be able to take out a frigate all by itself. Of course, for this mission we have not mounted the offensive weaponry except for the standard equipment, aka the three gun turrets, top, bottom, rear, and the frontal mortar." 
All while she was saying this, Luna grinned smugly.