After dodging the bandit, Larissa took a moment to take stock again. She'd just thrown a table at a man's head, actually hit him... And he bounced back with no apparent difficulty, and then began babbling about some team. She watched him for a few seconds, and for half a second thought that maybe engaging him may be a bad idea- but immediately shoved the thought away. She had to defend her turf, and from her experience, if you punched something long enough, it would eventually give out. With this in mind, she charged, aiming a punch square in the face. "The only team I'm a part of is my own!" She roared at him.<br/><br/>Andrew ran out of the bar and gaped at his surroundings for a few minutes. Then abruptly, he realized a chance- he could make a run for it. He grabbed one of the bandits he recognized passing by, and said, "hey, Larissa says get everyone organized!"<br/><br/>The bandit blinked, then nodded in assent and darted off again. The responsibility relegated, Andrew raked the crowd- and saw a man carrying off Alan. "Hey!" He said. He didn't know the other boy too well, but he felt like getting carried off wasn't something the other boy exactly wanted. He ran after the man, charging through bullets and clashing weapons.