Vincent was horrified when the ship actually did lose air pressure and he saw many men  - prisoners and guards alike – perish a terrible death by being sucked into the vacuum or space or slowly perish due to a lack of helmet. He was initially confused when a dark figure came to reinforce his position. It was only after the woman had pulled him out of the way of the Krogan’s forceful assault that he recognized the Warden’s red mane underneath the helmet.<br/><br/>Vincent picked up his blaster from the floor and followed the Warden to a new position of cover. By then, the rest of the guards who had been holding his position were gone. But so were most of the Krogan’s companions. A wry smile formed on Vincent’s lips when he caught himself admiring the Warden’s buttocks in the tight jumpsuit even as the murderous Krogan was nearing their new position. He had to seriously rethink his priorities… He started laying down some fire on the wounded Krogan, who thankfully had lost some of his speed due to his injuries. Most of bolts hit his armor though, and only barely managed to slow down his advance.<br/><br/>He turned to the warden.<strong> “We’re going to need something better than this pea shooter to take that bastard down…” </strong><br/>