[ The last time he'd been in some ancient ruins, he'd quickly been attacked by a machine-headed freak and gotten launched into some weird quest to save the galaxy, so-- he quickly unholsters his blaster with his free hand. He turns to check their backs, just in case, as they wait for the doors to open.
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Fool me twice, he thinks grimly. ]
You always have been good with your hands, babe.