"As much pleasure as that would give me, I cannot. There are rules, even if it's all your own madness. Stacy does not like violence between crewmembers." He snorted, the raptors opinion of that rule painfully clear. He slowly began to stalk around Dustin, circling him as if he were some tasty morsel that might provide some real meat for once.

"Humans. So weak. So pathetic. The only advantage you have over raptors is your tools. But oh, such tools. I must admit, they are quite useful." He hefted the rifle again, barrel clanking against one of the raptor talons hanging from his bandolier.

"It will be quite entertaining when you are finally thrown into a prison of your own devising. I look forward to it."