"Hah, nice. I've heard about space marines. Mobile infantry, here."

She stares at the doorway, then snorts. "You seem like a nice guy, North, but I'd still rather not die of boredom with you. That could put a real strain on our relationship. Let's go."

A slight hesitation and she draws her combat knife, more for the comfort of it than anything, and holds it ready at her side in an ice pick grip. Then she goes for the doorway.