Julian holds up a hand, imploring him to wait--his mind scrambling to catch up, to do something to defuse this situation before it escalates further. He can read that promise of violence in tensed muscles, narrowed eyes.
"Wait," he says, followed by a breathy utterance of 'bloody hell', because what else can he really say in this situation. Very little else comes to mind. "Just...wait."
Shit.
But aside from general concern over the doctor approaching this man, the tension in the room hasn't ratcheted up with the admission of his name. No one else heard. No one else seems to recognize him.
"Come to Sickbay. I can explain." He can do something, get him away from these people before they're unknowingly attacked by someone who can lay all of them low without even exerting himself.
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"Wait," he says, followed by a breathy utterance of 'bloody hell', because what else can he really say in this situation. Very little else comes to mind. "Just...wait."
Shit.
But aside from general concern over the doctor approaching this man, the tension in the room hasn't ratcheted up with the admission of his name. No one else heard. No one else seems to recognize him.
"Come to Sickbay. I can explain." He can do something, get him away from these people before they're unknowingly attacked by someone who can lay all of them low without even exerting himself.