Marco grins a little, in spite of the situation; she's pretty nice, even though she's treating him like he's just a kid.

Oh. Right. Because he is. Most of his experiences on the station so far involved him being expected to fend entirely for himself, and no one gave a damn about his completely irrelevant status as a minor by the laws and customs of a country that might as well not even exist as far as anyone here was concerned.

All of his instincts are screaming at him that this is a stupid idea for what he's about to do next. It would be so much more reasonable and safe and nice if he just smiles and nods and obediently follows her to safety. But.

"I've got a better idea. Do you have an extra gun?"