Heather went as white as a sheet when that Scottish brogue, those words, that gun. The Gun wouldn't kill Gabriel, only one thing could. And she really doubted that the First Officer had that in his goodie bag. But she couldn't leave... She shook her head rapidly at Gabriel. He couldn't! What would that do? What kind of power would that give the Captain! What if he wasn't enough.
She leaned heavily against the wall. She'd wait until the gun was down, until there was some sort of deal made. She wasn't about to leave her friends... Her family, and run. Not for her own life. So she didn't have a good sense of self preservation, didn't that get her in the shape she was in? But she couldn't even force herself to move.