He would look down to her. "So you've been shot that is interesting." He sat down next to her. "I haven't told you I don't think that I don't carry guns onto a station." He moved his wrist up removing the sleeve and as he had done before on occasion touched it and the gun flickered and disappeared a parlor trick if one might. "Though I don't doubt I wouldn't have shot him and onto that note of shooting me, what makes you think I haven't been shot? I am not just a space pilot you know? Back a while ago there wasn't enough people so we were both trained as pilots and ground forces." He looked up to the biodome a moment and then moved to sit across from her. "You know I miss the snow, There use to be moments you had to be careful of stray fire from above of the occasional bit of debris but it was fun to play in at times." He frowned slightly. "Now all the places that have snow I cant visit."
He sighed and now looked to her tilting his head he was hoping Achille wasn't in the area any longer. "You know, I sent a message off to the admiral of the fleet once, didn't get a reply back... or any notion of a reply, I guess that goes as to far to show the importance of his 'grunts' and then again as Achilles was getting onto, I am to him quite expendable, grunts and generics are often considered such." He looked to her raising an eyebrow. "Do you know that? at times sometimes when the grunt or such is stuck in trouble at least in war times, they aren't deemed 'worth' the resources...... kinda why I prefer to fly alone and ask why a lot and partly why I am now stuck on reconnaissance."
Lunari
For all the wrong you have hidden in the dark. The Moon bares witness
