Concordia Veil - Main Corridor
Although even in the darkness Amelia could tell that Crash had Paul temporarily incapacitated with nothing more than the element of surprise and sheer panic rather than any actual hold on him, the would-be hijacker was face-down on the floor nonetheless, furiously trying to swat away whatever arachnoid horror had accosted him. She realized his orientation an instant before her boot connected with its target, not that it likely would have made much difference to her at that point, but she missed striking the back of his neck and instead stomped down hard on the top of his spine. The force of her kick wasn't enough to cause any irreparable damage, but the moment her blow landed, Paul's lungs explosively expelled every last ounce of air in them, causing his frantic cries to go dead silent, leaving only the sounds of his banging around helplessly and gasping for breath like a fish flopping helplessly on the shore.
A wild swing of Paul's arm was lucky enough to catch Crash on its broadside, breaking its tenacious hold on his skull and sending it skidding across the metal decking a few feet before skipping over a seam and tumbling end over end the rest of the way into the far bulkhead, next to the welded-shut escape hatch.
Black Moon - Tunnels outside Ye Olde Den
An amused smirk tugged at Sienna's lips after Vel's first statement, and she took a sidelong glance towards Oreza without lowering her weapon. "'Authorities,' he says," she chided, speaking to her large companion but obviously meant for Vel to hear, before looking back at the Iromakuanhe. She didn't elaborate on what she found entertaining about that, but she continued speaking. "The gun is on you partially because the way I see it, you're just as dangerously insane as the one I shot in self-defense," she continued, without any apparent sign of remorse or pity, appearing completely secure in the knowledge that what she'd done was justified, "seeing how you walked into a gun-happy bar like some goddamn self-appointed sheriff and thought you'd scare some people into playing nicely. A stunt which screwed up a lot of people's days, including mine, when it scared off our job."
Judging from the tall, auburn-haired woman's body language, it was reasonable to guess that she had no actual intention of shooting the Iromakuanhe where he stood, but the look in her eyes coupled with the absence of any visible reaction to having shot a man in the bar, regardless of her reasons for doing so, made it clear that testing her would be unwise.
The young woman then glanced at the Freespacer again, just long enough to indicate that she was addressing him, or her, whichever the case. "No," she replied to Six Four's offer of assistance, "but after that little... 'disposal' routine in there, I do have to wonder exactly what your role here is."
She held the gun on Vel in their standoff while he outlined his rather vague offer of an alternate job, all while people milled back and forth through the tunnel around them, giving them a noticeably wide margin but otherwise unfazed by and uninterested in the sight. Even the smoke and acrid odor of melted tissue billowing out of the destroyed bar didn't seem to bother very many people, other than the occasional passerby who stopped to curiously crane their neck to catch a glimpse of the carnage as if it were little more than a mild oddity before continuing on their way. Her left eye narrowed ever so slightly at his offer, and the smirk on her lips twitched upwards just a touch. She was obviously interested in... something about his proposal, or at least found part of it somehow amusing, but exactly what wasn't as clear as it probably should have been. Rather than reply, she simply stood there, staring down the Iromakuanhe with a dubious, sideways stare, and that very odd smirk of hers. Perhaps she was thinking it over, perhaps she was waiting for her companion's input. Or maybe she was considering something entirely different.