Hudson with Terror

[Reeves]

Pursing his lips in thought for a good few seconds, he gave her question due consideration while keeping an attentive ear tuned to the noise of the deck behind them. When things seemed to be clearing up and it was going to be time for them to leave soon, he'd finally answer. "Just hold on tight, and don't pass out." It definitely was the cheekiest possible answer he could have provided, there was certainly an option to just say there weren't any rules and that fighting was almost always going to occur, but he instead chose to say something with a clear double meaning. To make things cheekier, it was delivered with a wink and the offer of a spare helmet, though it at least had her name on it so there was some thought behind the gesture. She definitely wasn't a pampered guest to anyone here, but at least he didn't see her as an obnoxious stranger that he couldn't wait to be rid of.

With the deck behind them cleared up, he gestured that she hop into the ship with him, strapping his helmet on and sliding open the canopy for her to get in. The ship itself had been freshly painted, given a patterned camouflage that gave off an extremely humble militia aesthetic. By this point, she'd likely had more than enough time to take the ship's looks in, so once she'd navigated into the ship past the pilot's seat, so did Morreti.

A thud sealed the canopy shut, and he strapped himself in before requesting clearance to leave using the communicator in his helmet.

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