If Legion wasn’t a machine, she would have to buy him a drink. Well, she’d have to steal money to buy him a drink, old habits and all. Since he did some tech magic to her ears, all of a sudden she started noticing sounds in the background noise of the ship she was previously not aware of. Chances of being flanked by anyone while out on the job just went down significantly.

”So, I’m guessing setting fire to the entire area of a planet with a potentially friendly population, not to mention the ship some of our mates have to get to and then out of is not a good distraction. No guarantees for the bad guy mooks though.” she quipped upon John’s arrival. Damn shame there was no time to properly set up. Even the most humble foxhole would have been better than being stuck with whatever concealment or cover the environment provided, hoping they would focus on the poor Ork and pay no attention to her. She could already smell more drinks would need buying when they were done here. “And no offense to the big lad here,” She gestured to Orky following John’s comment about not being able to withstand damage, “but I doubt the tanks will care either way. How do we approach this, divide and conquer?”