Murray noticed the two from the distance, eyeing them. Bradley watched her watch them, a little concerned with the sword on her hip. "You keep that thing under control, right...?"
"Allen, get to work. I'm not in the mood for horse crap right now."
She pulled out a small device, comming with Nova. "If he starts trying your patience and using morals and all that nonsense, just break a leg of his and drag him. I'm not in the mood for his crap, and I doubt you want him getting the way anymore. Just shove him in a box, bind him and tell them to send him to the brig. He resists? Shoot him."
