Having been let go, the man shook the numbness out of his arm as she started to walk away, but it wouldn't take super-senses for her to then hear the twirling sound that came, followed by the click of a six-shooter's hammer being pulled back. "You'll see I'm work speaking to again before too long. If you don't care about who you fight for as long as you fight, then you may as well be on the winning side, right?" Smirking as he stamped out the cigarette that had fallen to the floor, he lowered his gun and went halfway up the adjacent stairs before stopping. "Julian King's the name, when you want to find me." And with that, he (finally) left.