Ecstasy had been upstairs, cleaning up the mess that MJ had made earlier and attempting to try to fix the hole in the wall. Of course, screaming voices from downstairs overruled everything else, and she went darting downstairs to see what the problem was.
"Marc!" She came in right as his face started healing, and her eyes darted to the mortal kid before shifting back to her brother. The kid looked like he was about to drop a deuce right there in the shop, and she could practically feel the anger rolling off of Marc.
"Marc, honey," she moved closer to him and slid her hand onto his upper arm, but she didn't reach for the gun. The safety was still on, so she knew that he wasn't going to actually shoot the kid. "Put the gun down, Marc." She spoke softly, smoothly, and all but ignored the mortal boy.