The Santerian had noticed the presence of the woman and he approached her with an angry look on his face. "Look what you did you fool! Now all this equipment is scattered all over! Some of it even damaged considering the force it landed with! Ugh..." He rubs his left temple with his three fingers and let's out a sigh. "I hope you perform better under mission circumstances." He beckons a nearby man in a uniform and points at the scattered items. "Get it all back in the boxes, and get that woman off this floor!" The man is taken aback by the sudden orders, but the look on Yamesh's face tells him not to argue, and he starts picking up the bits and bops.

Yamesh notices the woman's companion, a big bulky man. He beckons him over to a desk littered with all sorts of electronica. "Stellan Johansen, 30 years old, I'm guessing... Norwegian? I haven't fully explored the different people of Earth yet, or anything from Earth. Too boring of a species I'd say. Pretty useful for manual labor though. Maybe I'll read up on your history later, if I have an hour to spare." He looks over his shoulder at the woman on the floor. The man in the uniform is trying to talk her out of hugging her gun and getting up. "I do hope you show some more professionalism. Do you have any idea what these things cost!?" And he motions at all the small gadgets, chips and visors on the desk in front of him.