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"Well, I was threatening them, so I can't really blame them...." he sighed. "You assume that they could've ripped me a new one," Zachary's faceplate shut and a voice from his speakers was now heard. "In any case, please lower your weapon before you hurt yourself," he asked.

Her pistol had... nothing. It wasn't going to go through his armor. In fact, he did feel just a bit too safe in his armor, as it was pretty good. "Listen, I won't be fighting you. However, I will make sure to prevent you from harming them or myself by restraining you if need be," he frowned in his suit, knowing she'd probably not be smart enough to see the situation here. Well, he'll just have to make sure she didn't harm the other two, not something he couldn't handle.

"I'm all for living a little, but unecessary violence isn't how I do such," he spoke. "I would much appreciate it if you could retreat back home or at the very least, stand aside... we're in no need of fighting anymore, as I've said multiple times now,"

His glance turned to Vincent and Vixen. He nodded approvingly. "Go ahead and sorry," he said again to emphasize the point.