Spaced out.

[KamiFaby]

As soon as John realized what Ambre did he pushed her hands down. "A shame that the gun is empty, right? I understand your anger but try to calm down. We don't want to..." He paused for a moment and let out a sigh. "Why am I even trying, you made your stance clear. Can I get my gun back now?" Reaching with one hand to the gun he looked Ambre in the eyes. "You do know that you would't have made it far, since the battleship is crawling with guards." John now tried as hard as he could to keep a cool head, trying not to attack Ambre.

As soon as John pulled the gun out of Ambre's hands he walked over to DeGrange, extending his arm to help her get up again. "I think it is best if we leave now. We will talk again if the situation has calmed down again." Moving his head in a way to indicate DeGrange that they should leave, he opened the door. "Shall we send in a doc to look after your wounds? Or do you still want that food?" John didn't even look at Ambre this time, he stood at the edge of the room, facing towards the door with a slightly tilted head. He stood there, waiting for either Ambre to say something or DeGrange to leave the room.