Re: Go west young adventurer, go west....
The whole battle, Nutball had dangled from the grips of his swords, kicking at any of the spider creatures when they tried to board, sending them crashing to the ground before they could get purchase. He may not have injured any of them, but he had kicked away more than had gotten past him.
Afterwards, he took the time to pull his vibroblades free from the skin of the mountaineer, then went to clean himself up. He may not have actually injured any of the creatures, but his companions had. And his armor had been slickened with ichor. Strangely, he seemed not to talking to his "brother and sister."
When the juicer did his watch, Nutball joined, seeming to be interested in a quiet conversation. Otherwise, he had sat quiet and reserved, something no one had seen out of him. For more than a minute or two, anyway.
Almost to Huntsville, he seems to perk up a bit. Still, he seems a bit reserved and quieter than usual. At the notice of the FedMag sign, and its requirement for ID, Nutball reaches into a belt pouch to retrieve a small, laminated card
Hopefully, it will do....