Python walks back to his old room, Jessica under his arm. He looks down at her. "So, how you like the team?" She looks up at him, a happy look on her face. "I like them a lot. Which ones are from your original team though?" "Phantom, Ginger, Lethal, Murph, Minerva and me. For all I know, that's all who survived." She nods. "I don't think I've met Ginger yet, is he the one on the monitors around the ship you and Phantom were talking about?" "Yeah, he's kinda pissed that Phantom made you a Genesis, like me." "Sounds like an ass hole." He smirks. They reach his old room. He opens the door and allows Jessica to be first in. She looks around in awe, seeing posters of AC/DC, Metallica and Led Zeppelin. She sees his old Vulcans in a corner next to his guitar. The legendary pair of shotguns hung over the bed, switched places. Python shakes his head. "Damn fans." "Python, those are huge guns." She points to the Vulcans in the corner. "Oh yeah, those attach to my back. Sorta cover me when I'm reloading." She nods and falls into the bed. Python follows. She looks at him in the eyes. "If you think you're getting some right now, you're wrong. I want to know your thoughts on the team." He smiles. "Worth a try. So, the way I see it, you and I, no matter what are sticking together." "Of course." "I think Ginger will start something with Phantom and it's gonna be bad. I mean, the strongest three fighters on the team are probably me, Ginger and Phantom." He shakes his head. "Jams, Zara or Freddy could fix this." "Well, where are they?" "Jams and Zara are missing in action or killed in action, we don't know." "What about Freddy?" Python looks down, sorrow in his eyes. "He's dead." She hugs him. "I'm sure he wouldn't want you to loom over his death." She changes the subject, hoping to cheer him up. "So, about my rifle, when will I get it?" Python looks at her then at his workbench on the far wall. "I could make one right now." He smiles, still thinking about losing Freddy. Jessica puts a hand on his shoulder. "Why don't you teach me?" He stands and walks over to the workbench. [spoiler]Closed, I guess. Not sure how one would respond to this.[/spoiler]