Harrison listened to Kir as she went on reasoning with herself, rather than him, on going through with his plan. He couldn't help but be captivated by the visual expressions on her face that represented the wheels in her head turning. He laughed when she finally agreed, though he wanted to correct her on one misconception she had about Earth. "You'd be right about Earth if you were talking about our world militaries, but we have a different protective force on Earth. You and I aren't the first superpowered people the world has seen. We have a group of the population known as Homo Superiors or mutants, but I hate that word. They're still humans. They just have an extra gene inside them that gives them powers. A group of mutants formed a team known as the X-Men. They have a weather witch, a wind demon, an unkillable soldier, a tech genius from the future, and a one man army in both the figurative and literal sense. He can copy almost any mutant's ability, including cloning. There's also an imprisoned reality warper. Basically, whatever trouble we get into out here won't be a problem for Earth. If the empire found out about them, that's probably why they didn't check on the armor they sent."

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Harrison armored up as he listened to Kir. He was a bit nervous, but at the same time he felt a bit at home on this mission. He was an archaeologist and treasure hunter before he became one of Earth's superheroes. Smuggling and bartering were part of his skillset, but he decided to take her lead with this being his first time in space. He soon realized quickly why he shouldn't have. Earth, space, it didn't matter. Filth and untrustworthy people could be found wherever they went. He just wished it wasn't the very first person they met out here, but that was just their luck. Everything had been way too easy despite all the odds that were stacked against them. It was about time that their luck caught up to them. But he could extend it just a little bit. Hopefully just enough to get them out of here with a new ship.

Harrison could tell immediately that the scrapper wasn't trusting their story and was probably on his way to report that something was off. Together he and his father was their world's Indiana Jones and they had gotten into their fair share of messes so it never made sense to him that a tomb would be the thing to take his father out. It was almost too ironic.

He didn't look to Kir when she asked him if he was okay. [i]"Forgive me."[/i] He whispered into her mind. He forcefully grabbed her arm at the elbow, but didn't apply pressure to it. He yelled aloud to give their insect scrapper a performance. "Did I say you could speak for me, X'hondrian? I don't care what role you served in the imperial palace, I don't need an insignificant bug thinking I can't speak for myself. Don't make me regret removing your collar! I don't want to hear another word from you while we're here. Now, come on. I don't want to be on this dump for longer than I have to be."

Harrison let go of her arm and marched forward feeling disgusted with himself. He was glad that the enforcer armor hid his face. He could hide how he was feeling in his walk, but the truth was all over his visage. He hoped his performance was enough to crush any doubts in the scrapper's mind as to who they are. If it didn't he might have hurt Kir for no reason. [i]"I didn't trust him. The sooner we get out of here the better."[/i] He projected into her mind as he followed the scrapper to the door. Get the money and get out. That's all they had to do.