"What?" She looked up at him, ears flat as they normally were when she came out of a violent situation. "No, of course not. Do I look like I'm wearing carapace armour underneath this coat?" She shook her head as if the posho was stupid, which hey, if it came to the underhive, he probably was. "No, but arbites are humans, and humans don't like guns being shot at them. If I get them to duck for half a second, that's half a second that I can use to get away further." She finished reloading the gun, snapping the cylinder back with a flourish, and peered around the door, where a full-on firefight had started, the priest-looking fellow having collapsed onto the floor, liquid pooling around his face. Could he have been a psyker?

If so, he didn't seem to be a particularly powerful one, as she saw absolutely none of the arbites dead in a horrific fashion. A shame.