A Scripta

Captain Grey regarded the young woman. "I don't know about you, but I'm not about to risk my life or those of my companions just to 'investigate'."

Devereaux replied, "It's probably the only way we'd find out what's going on."

"Why don't you send a droid?" Chen asked. "Give me a little while and I can reprogram one of these to go in--"

"We possibly don't have time for that," Devereaux stated.

Rusty stood straight. "I'll show you where it is."

Devereaux appraised Rusty, while Moreau snapped, "Think about what you're doing, boy!"

"I know what I'm doing!"

Captain Grey sighed, "Of course he knows what he's doing. His hormones speak louder than his words. If you go down there, Rayna," the captain addressed him, "and you get in trouble, don't come to me for help. I don't have the time or money to babysit you."

"I'll be fine," Rusty said.

Devereaux said, "I can't guarantee that."

Rusty raised an eyebrow, while inside he was bruised. How could she say that? Even though his "visions" couldn't see that far ahead, he had the feeling that things were going to be all right. All he was going to do was take her down to the area he had seen the klaxon go off in, he wasn't going to do any sort of fighting, at least he wasn't planning on it.