Pria snatched the gun from the first man up, turning to point it at the one struggling with Hensen, but clearly it was too late. The alert signal rang out, and the imminent death of anyone on this ship became apparent. "Shit." Pria hissed under her breath, the man threatening her and Hensen, gun to his head. She walked slowly and as non-threateningly as possible away from the man writhing in pain. She was glad she didn't need to take a life.

"Okay. I won't argue there." 

She really wished she had any other options here, but time was seriously a factor. With a huff from her nostrils she let the blaster clatter to the floor, mindful to let it fall away from either enemy. She let her staff down too, the clang of metal on metal dwarfed by the loud emergency sirens blaring. 

"Now you hand over my friend, and we get on a pod." 

She didn't phrase it like a question, nor a plea. It was an order. In her pocket she wrapped her fingers around her trusty mirror. Even if it couldn't hold a shot anymore, it could deflect them. She was ready to throw it if need be too. Though she hoped it wouldn't come to that.