Sayeeda might not have known who to handle the emotional roller coaster of the last few days but she knew how to handle a threat to her team, even a threat from within. Her anger and confusion froze instantly into the icy calm she felt in battle. In the blink of an eye she crossed the room, seized Neil by the shoulder, spun him around and slammed him against the door.  The pilot outweighed her significantly but her muscles were whipcord strong and she had the advantage of position. Unfortunately the maneuver didn’t leave her any hands to secure her towel which fluttered to the ground to leave her completely exposed.

“Hey!” Neil snapped, his face pinched with a mixture of emotions Sayeeda couldn’t easily identify. She slammed him bodily against the door rattling and driving the breath from Neil’s body.

“HEY!” she snapped smashing Neil back against the door.

“Get your shit together Neil!” she snapped.

“Don’t tell me to…”

“Get. Your. Shit. Together!” she hissed, the vehemence of the words momentarily shocking the pilot to silence.

“You think they are just going to let you walk away after you deflowered their fucking princess?” she demanded. Saxon snorted.

“He is simply ashamed to have chosen a lessor mate. He…” Without letting Neil down she pulled the heavy pistol from Neil’s holster, half turned and shot Saxon threw the right kneecap. The Hex dropped to the floor hissing in pain and cursing, the report was deafening in the combined space and the concussion knocked a vase of flowers from one of the side boards with a spray of shattered porcelain. The Hex hissed in rage and lifted his arm to strike at her. Sayeeda put another round through  the elbow he was using to prop himself up dropping the alien to the floor with a growl of pain.

“Get out,” she snapped. “If you get to the infirmary within ten minutes you will be fine.”

Saxon opened his mouth to snarl a response, but Sayeeda thumbed back the hammer of the weapon with an ominous click.

“Try it and I swear by the Goddess I will put out both your eyes and then improvise with the last two rounds,” she said in a voice of icy calm. Saxon hissed in a mixture of pain and what she read as excitement. She shoved Neil sideways into onto the bed and cleared the doorway.

“Open,” she commanded, stepping clear and keeping the gun aimed at Saxon as he scrambled through the door.

“Close,” she snapped, sealing the door and turning on Neil the gun still in her hand, the smoke of the pistol discharge wreathing her naked body.

“You were getting married an hour ago, hell you were probably screwing her an hour ago,i” she snarled, subconsciously gesturing with the barrel of Neil’s gun to emphasis the point.

“You don’t get to get pissy if I decide I need a little action and you sure as fuck don’t get to put Taya and I in danger because you have you're having a moment!”