Jean-Louise will assure the captain she can get there herself, so he can concentrate on the job. She'll make her way in the appropriate direction, but as the ship comes down, and the guy comes out with a mini-gun and she does two things. She gets out her little space-radio thing to call back to Knowhere, and she starts focusing.
All the crazy soldiers everywhere, she can't do a thing about. Like dad used to be, she's useless with anything taht breathes. A gun doesn't breathe, though. And she's been practicing turning things into oatmeal for weeks.
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