When he started to lower the gun, Kerrigan turned, making the effort needed to lift the trailing appendages attached to her back. Her eyes flicked over the grip he had on his gun, silently assessing before her attention returned to his face. "I do, don't I. I'm new here. Apparently even when a ship that pulls people from other places crashes, it doesn't necessarily stop pulling in people," Kerrigan explained, tucking her extra limbs and their many sharp edges in as close to her body as she could manage. It didn't make her look much less threatening, but it was something.

"You're up late. Self assigned guard duty?" Or were they more organized than she thought. It was really hard to tell with the way the group just sort of moved and gathered and split up.