Today has not been a very good day for Tyr. Sure, he was able to trade the dull murmur of polite conversation at an insipid political function for a real challenge posed by a completely new threat in a universe teaming with them. But all of that adrenaline flooding into him, from the firefight before it to being jumped on the way through the tunnel, has nowhere to go now. Suffice to say, he's not currently at his most reasonable.

Maybe that's what prompts the growl the rumbles low in his chest. And it takes a moment, maybe two, before he shifts the gun. Tyr crosses the gun in front of his waist, one arm shifting to drape over the barrel so that the muzzle is now pointed toward the wall. He maintains eye-contact the entire time, but as low as that current might be, he can hear it clearly enough to tell that she isn't as unarmed as she might seem to be.