When Ewa left for the hall, the room cleared up, as the sensation of her alluring presence lifted away. Van furrowed his brow, not sure whether he should follow her, but perhaps she needed time alone.
Alone, Van thought, Had she been another Beryllian, maybe her feeling of 'brokenness' wouldn't have been so bad? Or if she was Human, it would just be confusion... But loneliness? Broken? Terror, I suppose. She's just trying to relax, probably more afraid than I am. I guess the only thing I'm afraid of is that Hunter, and even then, he isn't quite a Lord, either.
"Mm, it's not bad when he isn't around," Van said to himself with a grin.
But, with Ewa removed from the room, another feeling took her place. Van picked up on it suddenly, and frowned. He recognized it. Just one look at the guy, and his 'scent' registered in his mind. And now, he was here.
The Pirate stood up to get a better feel of it, and then widened his eyes in alarm: He's in the hall, isn't he?! The Vivalite- no, Ewa!
Van grabbed his gun, and quietly stalked his way into the hallway, knowing that causing a ruckus could give Rathien the upper hand. The world seemed to slow to a halt when he finally spotted Rathien. He was, luckily, concentrating on Ewa, and perhaps nothing more. How advantageous.
The Pirate raised his gun, powered the heat bayonet, then stuck the tip of it close to Rathien's head. The heat alone would be noticeable enough to tell Rathien he was in a rather undesirable situation.
"So, Mirwindzhensa-ge," Van said measuredly, "I didn't think you would be so bold. A thief of two kinds, and a Hunter! What a nice surprise."
The gun made an audible beep, indicating it was loaded. Van figured a shot was superflous, but reassurance of a threat was always a good way to get a target to think twice about making a move. Besides, with Ewa right there, and Rathien so close, a shot easily could pass through him, and hit her, too...
It wasn't so much a bluff, but more a show of exactly whose ship they were on.