Hadrin steps closer to the bathroom, pushing his way through the throng.
<Let the girl die, man,> Justin protests. <Hasn't she caused us enough trouble today?>
<She is in a morph,> Hadrin replies, <and so she will likely survive, if given time to demorph. I don't trust that turelek. Something Myitt once said about her being really quite...difficult.>
<Well, ****, she's a bounty hunter, isn't that par for the course?>
Hadrin doesn't answer, finally entering the tiny tiled room and drawing a bead on Keshin's head. He notices the human girl now, and with a bit of a shock he sees that she has indeed been gravely wounded. He turns in surprise again when Temrash's shot glances very close to him, hitting Keshin and knocking him over, stunned but still conscious.
"All of you, stand back, this does not concern you." Glaring down at Keshin, he continues coldly, "Well, Keshin. It appears you've gotten yourself in pretty deep with this one. Didn't know how many people were involved with the girl's welfare, hmm? Regardless of whether they hate her or not. Can you hear me, you filth? I hope you can, it would be a pity if you couldn't have your last words before I decide it's necessary to kill you for injuring the human girl. And may the galaxy have good riddance."