[ John's cleaning his rifle when Sweets talks. He lifts his head to look at him. Someone else from the group; not someone he knows, but that applies to everyone here. He shrugs. ]

First alien planet in general. I'll worry about the sights when we've got those people back.

[ He goes back to what he was doing, but glances up at Sweets every so often. ]

You armed? Whatever we face out there, I don't think it comes in peace.