Jeff saw something out of the corner of his eye as he scanned the busy port, a figure staying with them even as early as their departure from the ship. But Jane was already on it, grabbing the figure and taking her down, with Deacon closing. Jeff swings his rifle into his hands, keeping an eye out for other surprises as he moves back towards the writhing, held figure in Jane's arms.<br/><br/>(fill this in where appropriate, initiative-wise)