Mizrel's ebony skinned face twists as she struggles to bring her pistol back up, then lets him push it down. " Fine, as long as she doesn't start anything that I won't finish. I don't intend to die now or soon. You watch her then. That's what I hired you for, to guard me." Her accent was thicker than normal with the stress. The soft musical lilt to her voice held a dark quality to it, as she scans the room again.. Red eyes flicking from shadow to shadow in the hole riddled bunker.