Krista laughed at Dimitri's comment. "I'd like to good sir, but alas, if only she stopped [i]moving[/I] for two seconds. Perhaps some rope..." she adopted a faux-philosophical expression. Out of all the people on the ship, she was most fond of their good ol' explosives expert. Not that she wasn't 'fond' if everyone else, just... less so. Trying to stay amiable in the presence of Alice's and Leon's monumental douchebaggery was a feat within itself, so it was nice to have someone who actually went along with her style. When he asked someone for explosives assistance, Krista was pretty much the first to slowly back away -- which was quickly thwarted by Jack. She gave a quick mental sigh, but was careful to not actually show it. She knelt down to the explosives bag, lifting it up but taking care to not make any sudden movements or, god forbid, drop the damn thing.

"Yee of little faith. 'Touch anything'? What do you think I am? Mad?" She started to follow after Sparky and Sunshine to the depths of the ship, only to turn her neck around for one last comment. "Don't answer that."

Whistling to herself, she descended down the hatch with one hand, firmly gripping the bag with her other. What started to make her nervous was the fact that the ship's stunning example of control and level-headedness was about to unleash kung-fu moves on her favourite scowling bomb maker. Now, she knew Dimitri could handle himself pretty well -- but, well, face it, Alice was an unstable psychopath who Krista would only dare joke around when other people were there to stop Sunshine from following whatever murderous impulse ran through her head. Meaning, of course, that the psycho would have zero inhibitions about allowing things get a bit too far.

Shimmying around the two and heading for Dimitri's workshop, she quickly admired the man's disturbing array of toys before trying to find somewhere to actually place the damn thing. The room was full of crap. She opted for just carefully placing it on the ground -- Dimitri would find a suitable place for them. She moved back out to where inevitable carnage would ensue, and stood in the middle of a protruding doorway. She would make sure it that it wouldn't go too far, planning to call for someone to haul them off each other if it did.

The best case scenario was that Sunshine took an unlucky bash to the head along the side of the hull and died. That brought a tiny, understated smile to her face.

Not that she would ever vocalize that thought.