Heine's probably not a familiar face, as new to the ship as he is, but if first impressions are any indication, Jacob can expect him to be a frequent visitor. At the moment he's carrying an assault rifle— or, what used to be one, before he put it through a blender or something.

It's in one piece, but only just. He holds it up and at least has the good grace to look slightly guilty.

"Captain told me to come down here." For obvious reasons. He hefts its weight and shrugs, like this isn't his fault. "Can you do anything with this?"