As Reggie recovered from warp sickness, he barely had time to register his surroundings when out of nowhere, the blue slasher came up and snatched his bag away, only to be quickly pursued Joan of Arc, who called for him to join the chase. Instead of running after them, however, he simply got up with a sigh, shaking his head at the blue one's stupidity. She must've beem close enough to hear Reggie's condition, right? Eve would've been able to get off whenever she wanted to, but know, the little Imp could wind up getting caught in a fight between the two. 

[i]Actually, considering the difference in skill, size, and training, it'd be more of a one-sided slaughter. I know they were only just born, but come on. Fucking Smurfette can't think through her situation, and now she's likely to get iced by Joan of Arc and Captain Kirk. I'm way too young to be dealing with crap like this![/i] After a sigh, Reggie quickly jogs down the hall, taking in some of the weird designs and gadgets all over the place.

"Snazzy place you two got here, Joan," Reggie said as he caught up the armored gem, his eye stuck nervously on the big metal stick she now possessed. He didn't show any nervousness on his face or stance, however, and continued to speak ib a pleasant tone. "If you'd also be kind enough to please put the weapon away, that'd be great. There is an easy, non-violent solution to this. All the little Smurfette wants is to grab the Imp and skedadle with her, so can't you just let her take the small gem, me take my bag, and fire up the warp pad to send them back to Earth. It'd be easier, they'd be out of your hair, and nobody has to get hurt."

Reggie wasn't sure his plan was going to work, but he had to at least pose the option, just in case. Then again, Joan didn't look like the gal to go with that option either, but maybe that was just the armor.

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