We should feel right at home, then.

[ They'd both lived through the worst of the tension between Earth, Mars, and the Belt. They'd been, technically, on opposing sides, just due to having been born on different planets. But Amos had not felt like an Earther in a very long time, and Alex's patriotism ran deep, but he was also half a Belter, at this point. The Roci felt like the most unified ship in the system, sometimes.

But the thing about Reverie is that, well. They don't have Holden. And Amos might give the Captain shit, but there's no denying that he is better at making the hard choices than the rest of them.

Still, Amos gives his gun another look. ]

Might not, but I still feel better having it than not. You don't know what could be coming through an airlock, but if we get boarded, at least I can defend our position.

[ By our, he mainly means his people. Alex, Prax, and Naomi. Maybe a couple other people that he doesn't mind having around. ]

Now, if someone tries a bit too hard in here... [ He pulls the gun to sights, aiming at nothing, but making his point. ]