John looked to Avelo and saw him fall, a bullet through his brain.  "Son of a bitch!  Where the Hell did that shot come from?!"  Seeing the Asari within his shield, holding a pistol to the back of his head, John raised his hand and the blue skinned woman bent double as she was pulled apart by John's anger, shredding her into tiny pieces before he could stop himself.  The exertion, the mental attack made him have a nose bleed, but John paid it no mind, turning back to the diplomat and applying an infusion of medi-gel until better care could be provided.  An hour of cleanup later, and a message came through to John he thought he'd never get.  "Avelo?  How the Hell did you survive that shot?  Your boys weren't too happy I might add, but I can't say I blame them after everything that happened down here."