Sean caught the woman who was shoved at him and more gently pressed her towards the security guard.
With no time to explain he approached CJ from behind, even as he swung. Sean didn't pause to note if a connection was made, he just hooked both of his arms under CJ's, viper quick, and brought his own hands to the back of CJ's neck, locking the younger man's biceps so he couldn't swing a punch, his elbows held back from attacking Sean, and putting a less than subtle pressure against the back of the man's neck and base of his skull.
Sean pulled both of them back in the same movement, Turning so he was half way between the man CJ had punched at in case the flying fist has hit so that the other man would not get a free shot at a restrained opponent.
"Ease up, kid. Everyone saw the woman hit you. She was way outta line. You weren't in any trouble until you let that fist fly. " Sean's voice was level.
Disorderly conduct was the worst he'd have been hit with, and that would have been dismissed fairly easily. Not that US law applied in international waters.