<div class="floatright">(http://i1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff375/Zwraith/For%20RP/tumblr_m415mqXXWz1rr7wmzo2_1280.jpg)</div><br/>Dr Nox had been listening to the conversation rather intently right up until the attack. In fact, he had to admit to a good deal of wry amusement as their resident Grumpy-Gun shot down the pretty starlet with military precision, though he kept most of his amusement from being betrayed on his expression, he did let a little smile crack through briefly.<br/><br/>Their conversation came to a rather rude halt with the arrival of some heavily armed and armoured individuals however.<br/><br/>Slow to react, Sorin watched as blasterfire pattered all around the room, luckily missing him for the moment. Thanking his luck silently, he didn't waste time any more, and hopped up onto then over the chair he had been on, crouching behind it quickly. Slipping his hold-out blaster from the inside of his vest, he poked his head out briefly from behind his new cover. Spotting the third attacker just entering as his compatriot fell, Nox flinched slightly as his aged rifle let loose a torrent of fire.<br/><br/>Sorin's shot was quick, and only managed to wing the intruder. As the deathly red-eyed bastard let loose the torrent of red fire, he was turning slightly. The shot intended to burn through his skull winged the side of his face, scorching his right cheekbone and melting through his ear. Dr. Nox cursed and ducked back behind cover, scowling slightly, disappointed by the probably painful but non-lethal graze.