Lucca relaxed a little, when she saw their "unknown" complaining instead of attacking, then apparently powering down.

"Umm...that's fine," she started, forcing a smile. "It's just--"

Then she noticed the gun forming in his hand. Eyes going wide, she instinctively recoiled backwards and to one side, nearly falling over in the process, as she drew the Wondershot. In a split-second, she'd gone from "We come in peace" to pointing a gun that looked as if it could've walked off the Lost In Space set at him, and was actually starting to pull the trigger when she heard him call to...who? That reminder that there was more than one passenger on board, along with Cybil's order, were the only things holding her back.

"Put it down," she whispered, half-order, half-plea. "Or dispell it. Or something." She didn't want to believe think he meant them any harm, but his "alien friend" might have had other plans. And if the others started shooting again...