[ it's not what wrenchbro expects, and squirm as he might, he can't break himself loose from north's grasp.

the one at the door is obviously the more level-headed one, and he's just there to watch his buddy's back more than anything else. he tenses when north makes his move, but relaxes again once it's clear that north isn't actually about to take him out; if batarians were capable of looking amused at the misfortune of a friend being outwrangled by a human, this one would.

there's a few moments of struggle and frustrated growling, but north's capture finally eases down a notch while giving the skulking marco the worst set of stinkeyes he's ever received. ]

Fine. But the puny one leaves here, and if he has the foolish courage to walk this street without a personal guard dog again, he's meat.

[ marco's not going to argue that one; he starts backing up again, hands up in defense. ]

Dude, you don't need to tell me that yourself. I am gone. Gone with the wind.