Sirka shrugged her shoulders. She didn't like the fact that there was essentially nothing she could do at the moment if things went wrong and someone tried to shoot them out of the sky. On the ground, she could be in control, but in ship-to-ship combat, her skills meant nothing in anything except boarding actions. Although she didn't know if she could trust Tony to get them to ground safely, she definitely knew that she wouldn't trust herself to do it, so there wasn't anything she could do but follow his lead. "Most of my ideas are terrible, so it won't be anything different from what I'm used to. Seems like this Zeltron knows what we're up to, so it's your call from there. Just make sure we don't get blown up in orbit, alright? If I die, I want to be able to look my killer in the eyes...then gouge them out. Oh, but before we do whatever you're doing, do you have any smuggling compartments or somewhere to hide things on this ship? I'd like somewhere to stash my credits if someone ends up searching this ship while we're away." Sirka asked.