[Yeah, Ford is real bad at that, the person he's most likely to jump at the chance to kill is himself.]

Well, if you're going to wind up on a forced inter-dimensional vacation this seems like a great universe for it. Generally planets don't provide non-natives with identification, money and gift cards on arrival. So far the only downside is the amount of weaponry on my person was severely reduced on the trip over.

[To say nothing of his coat pockets, which were almost all emptied. He's honestly pretty mad about it but at least the stuff that got left behind was all the most important shit. The only really irreplaceable things were all the alien drugs accumulated through thirty years of trading on back-alley asteroids, and he can probably build up that collection again with some work.]

It's been a very long time since I've only had one gun.