Myitt looks over at Ardiss in surprise as Ardiss noisily pushes her chair back. She casually follows Ardiss' gaze toward Ossanlin--of course, in human form, in his Imperial outfit.
Any amusement she may have gotten from the former Imperial's clear distress is erased by the fact that Ardiss is gripping onto a dangerous weapon.
<Temrash, that dapsen,> Myitt growls. <I told him not to give her a gun!>
Without really thinking about it her left (and usually non-shooting) hand edges slowly into her jacket and onto the butt of her own Dracon.
Corliss notices, too. "Stay calm, love, she might just try to run for it," he says quietly.
"Nowhere to go," says Myitt tersely. "The ship won't open for her anymore unless I want it to."