It was overwhelming - but yet, was it? As Vilĉjo worked on focusing his aim and catching his breath, he tried to make reason with himself. Nine shots: he had nine shots to take down some native punk with a chain if she tried to close the gap. That, and he was here in the streets - this was his home territory, his stomping ground. 
"Listen, lady!" Vilĉjo began, his breath steadying as his finger rubbed the trigger guard of the pistol. "You're in no position to be making threats right now, so why don't we both just- wait, either of y-?" His gaze swung to the right, then to the left, where his pistol promptly followed. He didn't even notice the second man come into the alley. For a moment, he almost mistook him for his pursuer: between chrome and an outwardly tough and collected demeanour, he might even be forgiven at a glance. His eyes skimped for further details, or at least for now. He began to backpedal to get himself a bit of room, the barrel of his pistol jumping between both of the people in the alley with him all the while.

After just calming himself down a bit, Vilĉjo was rattled again. He just managed to slip away from a bad situation - maybe, if they aren't chasing the gunshots - and he's carrying stolen cell phones that are about to be hot. As if that wasn't enough, now he's stuck in an alley with two people that look like they could put him to the flo- ..that was, until the man vomited. Okay, at least one person that could put him on the floor. Point being that...

"I'm pretty happy with my 'peacemaker' where it is, [i]friend[/i]." Vilĉjo almost spat at Haban, pushing the words out from between his teeth. The last word carried a thick coat of apprehensive venom. "Now, why don't you both just... go take a walk, alright? Just go, get out of here!" He could feel the small weights in his coats burning and the longer he waited, the more he felt their weight. He needed to burn those phones before they burned him, then he needed to get the hell out of this city. The van- "Fuck..!" Vilĉjo muttered under his breath as he struggled to path a route back, his eyes wandering to his feet for a moment in thought.