I would hope the natives know how to navigate around on their own ship. These two seemed to have no clue.

[He raises a good point; she had no definitive way of knowing if they were Prismals or not other than to go back out there and ask. She only cared if they posed an immediate threat. With one of them carrying such a large sword and in such a state of inebriation... she rubs her helmet, rethinking how much of a priority she should be placing on this lonesome guy's state of vulnerability just because she'd been personally exposed to it for an extended period of time. If she had to pick between protecting one person (who's greatest threat was probably the floor) or multiple persons from a potential (drunken) threat, well... now all this just seems silly.

Seemingly snapped out of her thoughts she points disapprovingly at the way he's leaning on his rifle.]

You shouldn't be putting your weight on it like that.