Sparhawk nods, examining the gun. Since asking the Master Chief to help him learn how to use a gun properly, Sparhawk has been spending time in the Media Library, researching weapons, and then moving to the Sensoriums to put his learning into practise. He still doesn't have much of an eye for weapons, but the colt looks dangerous enough.

“So you would have no objections to having someone aiding you in close combat?” Sparhawk asks. He was going to use the word protecting, but decided against it. “Should the situation we're in require it, of course.”

He listens to the explanation of robots. “I think I understand, at least partially. Can these nanobots ever turn against you, or are they under your control? If you were to be injured, and blood spilled, would they go with it, or stay within?”