The mercenary said nothing, even as the girl tossed her knife at him. He didn't say anything as he simply reached out and punted the knife away. He didn't say anything even as she attempted to throw herself at his rifle. His powered exoskeleton was tough, being built with a recoil dampener, and it increased his strength so that he could go up against three or more normal people. Lance simply pushed the girl away, then with one hand, grabbed the front of her clothing and lifted her up to his eye level. "Look." His voice was quiet, but there was still untold fury behind it. "Those bandits tried to hurt us, hurt you. They were probably going to kill you if I wasn't there. I don't know if you're being serious or not, but this clearly isn't a roleplaying game anymore." He dropped her and stared down at her. "So just bring me to this 'Avalon' or whatever so that I can get some repairs, and I'll leave." He turned around and calmly reloaded his rifle, not sparing the corpses a passing glance.

"I think that was a little too harsh, don't you think?" Cutter finally spoke after deciding to remain quiet the whole time. "She's probably terrified." Lance said nothing, and simply slammed the magazine into his gun. "Uh, Lance? It's probably not a good time right now, but I've taken optical scans, heart rate, everything that girl has for any sign of lies, but, uh..."

"Out with it." Lance interrupted, clamping his gun to his back.

"Well, she's not lying." 

"What do you mean?"

"She doesn't know what a spaceport is. Hell, she doesn't even know what a rifle is."

The mercenary sighed. "At this point, I'm not surprised any more. I have to get off this planet."

"Maybe I should talk to her."

"Do whatever you want. I don't care."

Permission granted, Cutter appeared in his tiny holographic form right in front of the girl. "Hey, sorry about that. My friend here's been having a rough day. Don't worry, he usually doesn't live up to his threats. But really, we need you to show us the way to the town. I promise he won't kill anyone there." He turned to Lance. "Promise?"

Lance simply grunted in response.