As soon as she heard that slogan grace her ears, she almost instantly returned with the biggest smirk on her face, passing of a laugh under her breath and placed her fingers over her mouth in a shy attempt to cover that smile. "No, sorry... Give me a moment." She had to cross her legs and hold her chest too in an attempt not to really lose it in such a serious situation, almost as if her attempt to contain herself was a physical approach. "Okay... So, its been a while since I've heard 'Enfield is a Nomad' and I no matter how many times I hear it. I can only just get this close to pissing myself laughing. Mmm- So..."
"Just to say if that were to ever happen, even close to having his humanity stripped from him by those slimy blue fucks, he'd electrocute himself until he looked like a chicken cooked in a microwave for three days." She give herself a minute to get the image out her head, but the probability of such an event still worried her enough to have that smirk slowly fade into a worrying mentally distant look... Even with those synthetic eyes. But she couldn't keep her worrying going on for much longer while having this chat, she got the briefcase she carried and placed it on the table nicely in the view of both of them to assure Erich she wasn't hiding a gun in there. "Call it a hunch but I do believe that you need this now. You left a nice scene back on the star-colony, although it wasn't nice of those MND agents to smash up your reserves." When that briefcase opened, several vials and pressurized canisters presented themselves to be neatly packed in protective foam. "Not a honey trap... Trust me."