She understood the sentiment, trusting in what they knew they could do was really the only way to surrvive this, and as the guy was a native, not of this world but at least of Earth she trusted his opinions on the kind of thing she would need.
As he walked backward in front of her asking about Cylons though the harsh demeanor shifted to the briefest hint of worry.
"He'll try to recreate his world, a world without humans, and he'll try to turn some people into them maybe, he's a pure machine, a creature without remorse, without concience, He's not Sam Anders"
They reached the back entrance to the armoury and Mirta exhaled sharply flexing her fingers momentarily as she looked over at Elliot.
"My plan is not to get close, get something with a sight, track him, line up the shot and put a bullet in his brain. Simple, effective."
Not unlike what she'd once done to Thrakan Sal Solo but maybe with a little less ferocity, she'd gotten bored of her Grandfather and Han Solo arguing over who deserved to take the shot. This though, this was entirely personal. and if her Ba'buir was here, she'd have said the same thing to him.