Aeryn settles back on the edge of the stool she'd come off of so fast and smooth it wasn't even a thought. The same way it was never a thought to reach for her gun. It was trained instinct. As close to breathing as fighting ever could be. Trained in just as long.

"The USS Enterprise-D." She doesn't look impressed to need to be anyone's primer course. Especially not about weaponized possible unfriendly. Not that she did any better. John was still yelling at her to put her gun down this little in to her getting here. "It's a starship." It's not too kindly. Like she was pointing out he was breathing air. Like he might need to know, and not be able to tell.