"That old, are you, that you won't talk about your age?" Rita muttered. "Highly likely he's friendly. You know how aggressive Ulim can get if there's a threat. I'd say he knows Ulim..." She frowned. "Seems odd, though. As for weapons..." She shook her head, and smiled cheerfully. "Oh, yeah, we're way outmatched!"
Pushing past Raze to head for the ship, Rita called out to the alien. "I'm not sure who's aboard right at the moment. Captain's this-away, though." Turning, she yelled to Ulim. "This big fella a friend of yours or should I be reaching for my weapons?"