Sienn sent rapid and accurate Mattock fire into the backs of the hostiles from her cover behind the bar as they all turned and ran. In seconds, the last were either on the ground dead or dying, or had managed to miraculously make it outside, most likely only to be shot dead by the seemingly friendly snipers nearby, Sienn guessed. The asari shook her head in disappointment at the enemies' stupidity as she ejected her spent thermal clip and slid back across the bar towards Roman and the thers. The morons hadn’t even attempted to break contact, they had just run without any form covering fire.

She finished reloading and raised her rifle, covering the door and mass of wounded and dead black-armored soldiers and attempting to keep security. She almost shot the seemingly careless salarian that walked in, but stopped herself mid-trigger pull.

“Fuck.” Sienn muttered to herself, shooting him an angry glare.

"Could anyone entering the bar please identify themselves before I accidently waste you? Thanks." She said politely to the other mercenaries over comms.

She emphasized the point by firing her rifle into a prone hostile that didn't seem sufficiently dead enough yet.