“Behave me? Now I’m not a miracle worker Owen…but I will try not to get into much trouble” When the subject changed to his weapons he gave a pout at Dr. Harper but hearing the Time Lord ordered it “Well if the pretty Doctor man says so…” He exhaled a sighed pulling all his weaponry from their locations, first his guns that been in his holsters then a few knives, some explosive devices and lastly his Korean sword setting them on the table in the motel room “Happy?” He remarked, stepping over to the bed to sink down on it easing his jacket off to reveal the sleeves muscle shirt beneath that was a gray hue. The cheeky captain seemed happy just to observe all the attractive folks in the room “Glad I decided to join the mission…nice views” He muttered to himself, half tempted to goose the Time Lord who passed him to turn the radio off but decided against it he was suppose be on his behavior.