"Lucky my gun's old fashioned then." Neil said in regard's to Junebug's malfunctioning submachine gun. He'd used plenty of state of the art weaponry before, most recently when he had the flamer during the Xenonid attack. But his old mech fighter had a revolving cylinder cannon for its main armament, so he had taken up a .44 magnum in homage to it. There was no strain on the chambers with the bullets, thankfully. It might not have as rapid of a rate of fire as many guns, but it was reliable and it had stopping power. 

His hair and body were soaked, though the sudden warmth of the dying day changed that. He could already feel a mellow heat washing over him. He enjoyed heat more than most, but it had been very harsh here. It was more than welcome at the moment, however. He still did undo his revolver, taking it apart and making sure to dry the bullets. It might be reliable but you never know when water was involved. Even laser rifles had trouble with water. 

"Quetzalli" the woman said, somewhat enchanted and elated that she had not only had escaped with her life, but she had helped the Starmen in doing so. Her previous gazes at Neil also showed a bit of what she was planning, but at the moment she was just happy to be free from Wetumpkah and being around such strange and wondrous people. 

If Neil was reading her mind, he'd be grinning at how she'd feel about a full set of clothes and maybe some well cooked meals. Or a soft bed for that matter. But at the moment he was just putting the bullets back in his gun and strode over to the woman and Junebug. Neil's brows were raised as the woman looked to him and pointed to herself. "Quetzalli." 

"Is that her name?" Neil asked, and Junebug gave a nod and a grin. 

"Fuckin' sweet. I'm Neil." He said, then realized he spoke far too many words. "I mean uh..." He pointed to himself. "Neeeeeiiiil" he said slowly. She reached over to grab his hands, enfolding them in her own as she batted her eyes at him, her voice a sultry whisper. "Neil" 

"Oooooh kay." He chuckled, trying to keep her focused on them surviving still. Honestly he felt like she was a cool woman, because she seemed about as crazy and exciting as him. But he'd just gotten out of a melee and he was still woozy from the bonk to the head. Might want to make it back to the Highlander before they picked out drapes. "Let's see if we can find some place to lie low." The pilot said, and though the woman was somewhat unfamiliar with this part of the jungle, it was not too hard going as they made it a few miles deeper into the woods. 

"Taya" the younger woman said, giving a wave to Quetzalli, and the other nodded in turn. 

Once the sun was fully down, two moons appeared above them. They had found a small glade to rest for awhile. Neil volunteered to climb a tree and see if there was any fruit up there, as Junebug had deciphered from who Neil called 'Zalli' that a pear shaped, pink fruit was good to eat. He'd just found a couple in the dark when they heard a roar that reverberated off the trees, sending a cold chill up each of their spines. 
[@Penny]