[i]"Nah, I got this." JT pressed a button on the side of the loading bay exit, which had lowered the ramparts to enter slowly enough that the person on the other side wouldn't get flattened. The Marshal stood there in front of the figure, his hand hovering over the gun in his left holster as he looked at who it was. He was prepared to draw, and if there was anything he was good at, it was a gunslinger's duel. [/i]