Part 20 - Distress
"Don't worry, Haarmon," Shard reassures him. "We'll risk the less useful portion of the group. That means me." An odd dovetail to Rhijans' own musings, that, though she hasn't considered the bounty hunter to be such. Planning, tactics...they need him. Badly. Another thought occurs to her, then. "But in the future, we're going to need to talk about you doing a little EVA..." She leans closer, studying him. "You're going to need to face your fears at some point, I suppose."
Then away, turning to Rhijans, the bounty-hunter already looking to go. "Can check the pressure seals on the suits, then head out. No sense waiting. Haarmon should cover us from the turret...and can, as he has so aptly demonstrated."
A quick side glance at Juragga follows. "Not you either, Juragga. Suits are the wrong size, I'm guessing." Then she's walking past Rhijans, tapping him on the shoulder - in his sightline, of course. It's not a matter of worrying about him drawing on her out of reflex, no (there's no question about his control); it's more courtesy. "Let's go find some old stuff."
A pause. Then, "No cracks about my age," Shard throws over her shoulder.