*John tries to stop Gordon from going into the kitchen, he is still way too weak to actually do anything more then weak clawing towards the kitchen.*
John: Stop... Gord... Hair...
*His chest is in bad shape, having some augmentation probably saved his life, and is really suffering from a deflated lung.*

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*Gordon frowns at the scythe, and turns towards Vaseraga.*
Gordon: If you know what's best for your health, do not interfere with me.
*He raises his hand, and the acidic material on Vaseraga suddenly erupts into life. It almost pulsates, and sends spikes of a pain through his arm. It also moves, doing its best to cover more of Vaseraga, specifically looking for flesh.*
*Sasha doesn't know who Gordon is, but knows Ziogen dark technology when she sees it. She clumsily draws her sword.*
*Gordon turns to regard Sasha with a grin, and aims his pistol at her.*
Gordon: Give me the hair, now.