Spider has traded his ship suit for some more rugged surface gear. The boots still have the tag hanging from the laces and the one piece enviro-jumper is stretched taught over his long lean frame. He clearly doesn't get outside much. His voice sounding strangely tinny through the respirator mask, Spider responds. "New turret yeah, that'd be good. Really give the next batch of pirates what for huh? Guess it depends on what we make on this deal. I've been saving up for the holovid xl for my game console, but we're gonna clear some serious cred for saving this world aren't we?" He glances around, "Hey, wait a nanosec, this place doesn't look like they can afford to pay particularly well. Where are we again?"