The hour passed surprisingly quickly for Kaira. Having something to focus on certainly helped, and towards the end of the time she half wondered whether that was the reason Tarkus had given her the g*n.
Then she shook her head. She was pretty sure it would be more than that. She still wasn’t particularly keen on the idea of carrying the g*n, but it was hard to argue with Tarkus’s logic. Better to have it and not use it than to desperately need it and not have it. She’d been on the wrong end of a g*n a few too many times recently.
She stepped back into the flight deck, having first taken aim at deadly enemies such as the coffee machine and several doors. Tarkus glanced over his shoulder and nodded.
“Much better,” he said. “You look fairly natural holding it now.”
“Holding it, yes
