Drake nodded to the Spartan and followed the others as they all seemed moved to leave. He heard the hooded girl's comment, and upon giving it some thought, couldn't help but think it true. But it didn't matter to him, what he said still stood. He would be with these people for a long time and, whether he liked it or not, they were his new family. And he be dammed if he had his family killed by the Cruxi again. His wrists gave off a ding sound as Nefertiti and Cleopatra finished their drone creations. 

"Form Mk 2 plasma pistol, ammunition level full. Keep powered via Sacrifice Protocol level 3." He ordered, and the nano's quickly responded, as he soon felt the weight of the weapon in his hand. It wouldn't do much against the Cruxi, but it was the best he could do and he rather he had something to defend himself if the need arised. He checked the weapon for imperfection, and upon finding none, flipped off the safety and put it into a nano-made holster at his side. 

He followed Ashlyn, remembering her name from before, noticing her posture and confidence.

"Would you like a sidearm, in case we are found in a position where we may need to defend ourselves. You seem to have some military training, juddging from your posture and ability to keep calm under pressure." Right now, every person armed is an asset they would need.