Dirk's face was unreadable behind his helm, but it was plain to see even without her powers that he was giving her a look that was a curious mix of vexxed yet appreciative. He was about to speak when she pointed out a threat from behind him. He glanced behind him subtly, noticing the gang of men but noticing just how well they hid their motives. Had he not actively been suspicious due to her warning, he might not have noticed even with his experienced eye. Either she had a great eye, or there was something more about her than he had initially thought. 

The killer then saw the white sheet and recognized one of the curvatures from his time smuggling on the West Cliosthenes. There was a slight indention 60 degrees down the left. Riot carbines. 

Did he remember their faces? He didn't. Wait, he knew the second one. The stubby forehead, oft broken nose... he remembered breaking it. Dirk turned back to Jocasta and gave a nod, the female hunter seeing his hand already on the hilt of his gun, as if he had the same premonition. His gloved fingers closing around the grip slowly. There was a strict no-shooting policy, lest one get kicked out of the tower for 5 standard years. These men like as not were paid by someone to kill him and take the blame, and getting banned was likely not a worry for them. They also knew he wouldn't dare shoot first, and so they approached another few feet before they were in range of Dirk... 

And then one of them clutched their head, a grunt turning into a strange gurgle. Dirk turned around and looked at him, and then he glanced at Jocasta, who seemed to be watching the tortured man intently. Once Dirk returned to watching them, the other three were confused and halted, hesitating. Dirk swiftly got up, walking to the writhing man clutching his head. The bounty hunter slipped his arm under his and helped him stay on his feet, casually pushing him into the arms of the third man. 

"You better get him out of here, mate. He seems under the weather," Dirk said quietly, and the point of his DMX Heavy blaster was pressed to the third man's kidney. His face went white, nodding and motioning the others to start moving backwards. The other two didn't at first, watching him cautiously. Dirk simply shoved his gun barrel further into the man's side, and took hold of the cart with his free hand. "In fact, it would be in everyone's good health to leave now. And I mean [i]now[/i]." 

The menace in his voice was dripping, and they began to back up. Slowly, calmly, Dirk took control of the cart and pulled the stockpile of weapons away from the men, disarming them and bringing his new load of munitions back to the table. He kept himself standing until they left, watching them intently and then taking his seat at their table. He lifted his helmet a bit to take a sip of his drink. 

"That headache of his was lucky for us," he commented neutrally.