Sharon resisted a slow shiver, wanting to point out now wasn't the time to flirt only to realize he probably didn't know what effect he had. She gave a slow laugh, weighing out many responses before looking back at him with a crooked smirk. "That's right Captain, you have the brightly colored bullseye-target and I don't. Hence."
While he cracked open the locks, she swept the deck with her gun out and a sharp eye. She fell back to his side, whistling faintly at the spread they were selling. "That's not for stock piling, that's a transfer. Might have a new site being set-" She cut off and shoved Steve down to the ground, both ducking when an automatic rifle opened fire from above.