Hannabel shrugs. "As you wish, Lord Commander," she acknowledges.

Drawing her laspistols, she prepares to follow the captain outside, but before heading out, she flips up the face shield on her helmet and whispers to Anika: "Yer might want to stuff some of those goodies into yer satchel, ladyship, whether you're coming with us or not. Just in case we have to beat a hasty retreat. Be a shame to come away empty-handed."