With all the commotion going on, Faith tried to just remain calm. It was not her fight, anyway. Maybe it would just pass over quickly. Heh, fat chance. One hand slipped underneath her table and reached behind her. A single gun was pulled out from underneath her leather jacket and she held it in her lap while she continued to eat. With fists flying, and gunshots ringing out, she figured she'd at least be prepared.<br/><br/>The thug that Rho had kicked stumbled backwards until he had bumped into Faith's table. Food was spilled, the drink in her hand was knocked out and splashed everywhere, making quite the mess. The woman turned to the thug, who still hadn't seemed to notice her, maybe because he was still recovering from the kick. The next thing he knew, he could feel the muzzle of a gun being pressed into the small of his back.<br/><br/>"You may want to reconsider your line of work, friend."