Lance took a breath. Then another. And then one more. Then he lost it. "You DENSE MOTHERFU-" The mercenary stopped mid-sentence and gave an exaggerated sigh. He took a hand off his gun and rubbed his armoured temples. "Okay, okay, look." He stopped and stared at the girl. "I'll just play along for the sake of [i]immersion,[/i] okay?" He relaxed and clamped his rifle behind his back once again, though he kept the power on and safeties off, just in case something else happened. "Let's put away our..." He glanced at the girl's bow. "[i]Weapons,[/i] and cooperate, okay? I just want you to take me to the nearest point of civilisation. I don't care if it's a city or town or goddamn farming community, just take me there."

He held up his hands to show that they were empty, and walked up to her. At this point, he didn't care if the girl tried to shoot him again, because what would that do? Even his armour's paint was engineered to be resistant to damage. Once he was just a metre or so away, he noticed that he was much taller than her, and his armour added a few more inches to his height. He looked pretty imposing, his grey armour casting a shadow over the girl. "I really need a drink right now." He muttered.