[EMERGENCY PROTOCOLS ACTIVE! (ﾟДﾟ;)]
[Beauty Level: irrelevant right now, we have BIGGER PROBLEMS]
Focus, System.
[I AM FOCUSED! This is me focused-panicking! There's a difference!]
The armed figure closed the distance to Dr. Voss and Farooqi's table with predatory efficiency, hand moving toward his jacket.
Lin Yuer didn't hesitate.
He closed the gap in seconds, old Phantom speed overriding any pretense of civilian caution, intercepting the man before he could reach whatever weapon waited beneath his jacket.
"Excuse me," Lin Yuer said loudly, deliberately drawing attention as he "stumbled" into the man's path, "sorry, I wasn't watching where—"
The collision was calculated, disguised clumsiness masking a precise strike to the man's wrist that sent whatever he'd been reaching for clattering beneath the table.
"What the hell—" the man snarled, but Lin Yuer was already moving, positioning his body to block line of sight while simultaneously creating an opening.
