He grunted again as she jammed the gun against the armor, eying down at her with something very like disappointment. He kept his weight even to keep her down on the ground, a single card held beneath her chin - uncharged but a warning all the same. The last thing he wanted was another bullet hole.
"That you're t'most damnedable an' crazy femme I've had t'displeasure o'meetin'." He wasn't going to explain himself or anything else to Vertigo. Especially not now. Essex didn't own him, however much the man thought he did. "What t'hell are y'thinking by shooting me?"