Inessa accepted the lasgun without hesitation and gave a knowing look to the pale man. In any other situation, she might find his gaze unsettling. But here, it was almost as reassuring as the lasgun she now found in her hands. She cradled it like a precious child, resting it in her lap with the muzzle in the direction of the Major. Her fingers caressed its familiar form, setting the weapon to its maximum power setting, resting comfortably around its perfectly simple pistol grip. If it came to bloodshed, it would be over brutally quick; She could bring down the officer at least, perhaps the sergeant as well or one of the other traitors. Without armor (or clothing for that matter), her fellow prisoners were guaranteed kills. Although, so was she.

Then the major stepped forward to plead his case. Her lasgun was leveled casually at him until the gaunt man spoke again.
 
[color=9e0b0f]"Yes. I will join you on your endeavour, then."[/color]

With that, she lowered her weapon to her side and leaned back against the wall, taking a brief moment of respite before steeling herself and attempting to stand. Using the lasgun as a crutch and the wall for support, she slowly and painfully hoisted herself to her feet. 

“I...will follow…” She hissed through gritted teeth, letting the wall bear her weight. 

When she raised her head again, her eyes loitered on the face of the corpse lying among them. She new her enemy now, servants of the Ruinous Powers, the Archenemy. Her allies were less certain.