[ Bella tucks her precious set of 'samples' up against her chest as she skitters after Horse, go go going as fast as her little legs can carry her. Whereas Horse is interested in the gap, and what lies beyond, Bella appears more curious about the drone itself- though not so curious that she is willing to touch it. Instead she examines it with a furtive gaze that keeps darting back to Horse, no wanting to miss the next cue to haul ass. ]

'Kill'? [ she gives a dry and hollow 'heh' at the very thought ] That would be ambitious. Let's say 'vivisect'.

[ And then, since layperson translation is apparently a 'thing': ] I'll do my part.

If- [ she adds, ceaselessly goal-oriented ] -you can get me to one of those ships.

Are you with the ZDG? Or are you an Olympian who just... stumbled across that thing? [ A gesture indicates the invaluable but inrushably charging rifle. ]