His eyes trail up to Harper's face, and down to where his hand is near his pistol. That's enough to get Gaheris to hold the force lance. Not yet aim it, but hold it. He didn't have a deathwish.

Not yet, anyway.

"Who are you?" he asked. He suspected greatly that the security on this vessel wouldn't take kindly to too much aggression, so he merely remained defensive.

"The other one? What does that mean?" He was all flat, concentrated business. These people were all unusual to him, but this one seemed vaguely aware of him in some context and that didn't settle right.