After the first punch landed, it had taken a while for him to recover his senses. An unprovoked attack inside Ambrosia, on a superior officer, and one that told her to get lost none the less. A few seconds more, his forehead may have been bleeding from the punches and he might need stitches, but this wasn't over yet. A swift kick of his boot to her hip had her tumbling backwards with a spin, as he kicked himself up to his feet his left hand reached behind him, drawing the sidearm from his belt and brought up, sights lined up her calf in his view, he pulled the trigger once.
Watching her land flat on the floor, he walked up beside her, threw the broken sunglasses out, and drawing a new pair from his pocket, he squatted down beside her.
"You've made multiple mistakes today, and i suggest you re-think your life in the Colonial Military."
Standing back up, he walked over to the bar, leaving her on the floor, expecting no further reaction from her as the Corpsmen rushed to her aid, along with a Guardsmen group. He himself was holding a towel to the open wound on his face.
"Great, now i am going to need stitches. Barkeep, give me a Peppermint Schnaps."