"M'sieur," Parry called, not that the NPC was particularly far away from him, not that he wouldn't have been able to hear if Parry had just spoken, "I would really prefer you not to do that."
Because, simply because his hands were visible, that didn't mean he wasn't carrying a taser! Or, for that matter, that he wasn't perfectly capable of pulling it out of his pocket and electrocuting someone very quickly, should it come to that.
But after all, Orb's 'friend' was too busy glowering and sneering at Parry to notice the way Orb was stepping away from him, and the best part of all of it, for Parry and Orb's sakes, for Thor's sake as well, was that –
Sure, he was armed, but he was carrying brass knuckles in that pocket, not a gun.
And what was more, he might have had a hell of a right hook when braced with those (highly illegal!) brass knuckles, but he wasn't a wrestler, and his hearing just wasn't that good, and whether Thor was wearing workboots or sneakers either way, his super-fast blurry footfalls were rapid enough and soft enough to be unnoticeable under first Parry's, then his own voice.
"Oh, yeah?" he sneered. "Just what are you gonna do ab—"
Whumph.
Parry stood next to Orb, now, one hand reaching out for her elbow to keep her from wandering off or into the fray; his other hand held the taser quite steadily as he tracked both Good Samaritan and Bad Influence, waiting to see who came out on top.