Still watching Sophie, Quitxi manages to keep an eye on the goings on behind the healer as she stands, rigid, waiting for the healer to finish.  She begins hesitantly untying the cords of her powder-burned and torn outer clothes, stripping it down to the skin-tight, black studded-leather beneath that hugs her compact body like a glove.<br/><br/>Her eyes are livid with anger at his words, but she manages to supress it... the shotgunner was in the lead, it seems?  And he fired upon her without her having even drawn her blade... what if her seat at the table was occupied by an old woman, or a child?  They'd be dead, or dying, from the perforating shot he'd fired from the barrels of that damn firearm... she wants vengeance less than she wants to<i>neutralize</i>him... to put a stop to his violence, to protect the next one he tries to rob, to mutilate or slaughter...<br/><br/>She makes a note of where her kukri landed, and when Sophie's done she'll be careful to retrieve it.<br/><br/>[sense motive on the rifleman failed with a 4.  Not that it really matters yet.]<br/><br/>She bites her tongue, waiting for the crew-leader's response.  "Well?"  She says around Sophie to the wounded man.  "You going to say anything, or just stand there and bleed?"  Her tone is cold and level, empty of pity for him, though the thought of carrying out their execution is .not. something she relishes.<br/><br/>[just in case it helps, Jimmy the Eye?  Is this someone prominent in the underworld, or would it take Quitxi some time and a 'Gather information' check or two?]