Pella smiled, almost motioning to nod in agreement and approval before settling-in for landing, only to be jolted awake by a more-than-chipper AI. He scowled at the thought of having to deal with [i]another[/I] rampant AI within his lifetime, at least this time he didn't have to trust this one with the air they breathed.

Looking back, he remembered the part about passers-by having sticky-finger-syndrome whenever they saw a new mod on a gun, and took his battle-rifle with him to briefing in addition to the standard-issue thigh-holstered burp-gun before also taking his helmet and a strip of tattered camo-netting. He tossed the latter at Alexander, [b]"y'May want to use that to keep the sun off your visor. [i]The glint tends to draw their fire[/I]."[/b]