[i]JT chuckled, and simply cracked his robotic knuckles. He didn't draw a gun - that wouldn't be fair, in his eyes. Rather he stepped towards the woman with curiosity, though ostensibly all he allowed was a look of rage. His muscular chest popped out and his broad shoulders hanged their attached arms by his sides while he waited, looking over her gear. "So, lookin' to stir shit up?" [/i]