She hadn’t followed him and he was grateful for that. The sound of a shot gun behind him was not something he favored. Turning to face her he kept that same calm he always had except for a small flinch at the intensity of that gaze. Not a lot got to him but an impulsive woman with a gun poised at him and an anger to make any man cringe would do it. Holding his hands up slowly he thought of a way to salvage this. The words thrown at him gave him a small idea.<br/><br/>“Easy. I’m Derek. I’m exactly who I told you I am.” His own eyes held sincerity, words coming out like someone trying to keep another person calm. Like he had done this many times before. He was hoping she would remember the conversations they had, about him being a soldier and an MP. “This guy.” He indicated the now dead Bruce. “He offered me a deal. I turned him down and he wasn’t happy about it. I saw the gun and reacted. “He took a cautious step then another. He would have to time this just right.<br/><br/>Nervous, not something he’d felt in a while but his targets have not been like this one before. Also they had not been alive long enough to do something like this. Another step and he moved quickly. He didn’t hit her or tackle her to the ground. The muzzle was away from him because he’d moved behind her, arms wrapped around her enough to hold her and be away from teeth. The rest of him was positioned so he could not get hit as well. Not really comfortably for him but it was better than the alternative.<br/><br/>“I am sorry. Look if you calm down I’ll let you go. No shotgun alright?” He said not moving a muscle, arms locked tight around to stop any movement she may try.