iles has to blink his eyes rapidly to adjust, still reeling slightly from the reverse-Ingress trip, and his gaze settles on the fresco, feeling a strange prickle at the back of his neck. An eerie familiarity tugs at his senses.

"Is that -- ?" he starts, but breaks off as he turns to Lara and sees her grab the gun. He comes to her side, away from the eerie painting, and drops to a half-crouch. He's got his stunner holstered at his right hip, because mercifully it's his left arm that's broken, not his right. He'd started carrying it almost everywhere when the rash of murders had started to break out on the ship.

There's definitely something unsettling in the air, but it's foreign to Miles. He's happy to let Lara take the lead on this one. He knows enough about Lara's recent history to know that this isn't exactly a sunny vacation spot for her. The bodies on the floor are a handy clue, too. He blinks again as he really looks at the gun, brow knitting slightly. "Is that a projectile weapon?"