The girl came over to him, looking like a curious... well... bird. She tilted her head from side to side as she looked at him, and he began to form plans once again. Her hands reached for him, her weapon seemingly forgotten. He readied himself for action as he regained control of his body. He wiggled his fingers slightly, testing his reaction time and how much dexterity he'd gotten back. It was good enough. When she was close enough, he quickly grabbed hold of her and pulled her close, using the other hand to grab the gun and turn it against her.

"Sorry about this. Let's hope Davor cares about you as much as I hope he does. Otherwise we're both dead."
A sad look settled on his face as he kept the gun on her, using her body as a shield against the sentinel's fire when he came back to the room.