Gorgon didn't notice being scrutinized and thoroughly judged by the man with the iron fists, nor did she care much. She had made her own fleeting assessment of the little group, but her unaugmented eyes could only pick up so much at first glance and she wasn't the type to overanalyze details. Besides - after their first crossfire, half of them were presumably goners anyway so she could already cross a couple of names of the "to-remember" list. And said crossfire would tell her all she needed to know about her company, much better than judging the way they waited around.
She just shrugged as an answer to Gaze's comment, chugging the rest of her beer. While she didn't exactly express a whole lot of empathy with her half-joking promise, she would actually catch a bullet for the blind girl - with her shield. All of them, if she was physically able to. But those lousy projectiles always ended up coming from multiple directions at once, somehow. Gorgon threw the empty can at a trashbin, where almost missed the opening, danced around on top of the thing briefly, and then just barely dropped into it.
As the group moved into the train car that was destined to be their hangout-spot for the coming hours, Gorgon followed. She took note of the black box in the next car, but was visibly relaxed in general. At first she sat down on one of the seats in the middle of the car, but soon after the train came into motion, the blue-haired woman would get up and pace up and down the train car a few times, occasionally checking the next civilian car or side windows for anything interesting. She was as obviously bored as possible, when she started slamming one tentacle after the other into the roof of the train car, letting them cling onto more robust parts of the MagLev train until she was literally hanging in mid-air. The very distinct 'CLANG' noises were probably audible throughout the whole train, and would send little tremors through the Diver's train car. She offered a sight that had something of a grotesque, four legged spider lifting its human prey off the ground. But despite all that, Gorgon seemed oddly comfortable, dangling just barely above the ground.
When Crash awoke to check on the black box, the spider-hybrid didn't pay him much heed, assuming he might be just as bored as she was. By sheer coincident, her eyes crossed the room and caught Gaze disengaging the safety of her rifle. Whatever troubled the blind girl would probably mean the end to the endless tedium of waiting, Gorgon hoped. She released the grasp of her artificial arms and landed with a soft noise that was completely drowned out by Crash...well...crashing through the door.
"We got company."
"Finally." Gorgon shouted, her excitement completely uncontained. She already had her SMG in hand, supporting it with two of the tentacle fibers while the other two just hovered on her left side, ready to fulfill the next command. The woman didn't need to check the mags, or disengage the safety - it was never 'on' to begin with.
"Gorgon, you and two others come with me."
The blue-haired woman nodded in agreement. She had no interest in saving - or even sparing - civilians, and the cargo car on the other front line of this fight was much better suited for her peculiar close quarter talents anyway. "Roger roger." she answered and followed closely behind blank, but didn't join his tactical position by the side of the cargo car door. She had a different plan.
"They're gonna expect our ambush, and that's the most reasonable and safe option for us. Let's take the momentum in our hands instead and surprise the shit out of them instead!" She only used a com receiver, and a slightly outdated one at that, so her voice had to reach the ears of Blank and whoever might have followed them to this side of the engagement the old fashioned way. She barely finished her sentence when the door was violently ripped aside and a cybered up thug made his suicidal dash into their car - with the woman standing in his way. Gorgon didn't hesitate even for a split second, in fact she had planned - or rather hoped - for this scenario. One of her tentacles grabbed the right wrist of the guy, crushing it to make him drop his unimpressive last-gen shotgun. Another darted for his throat, assuming it was at least armored lightly, while a third one grabbed his knee and dug into the kneecap, probably removing his ability to walk normally for the next couple of weeks. The fourth tentacle dug into the ground at her feet to stabilize Gorgon while she lifted the still surprised fodder off the ground and hurled him behind her, into the box-car.
"Uh...shock him, I guess?" She stepped out of the doorframe, kicking the dropped shotgun away and took a moment to look back at her victim. He was still alive, but the gargling sounds and waterfalls of blood from his throat told her, that he actually wasn't armored enough. She emitted a fairly genuine, but quite careless "Oops...ah, we'll get you another".
She then gave Blank her signature shit-eating-grin and told him to "Wait here." before her left arm formed into a half-rounded riot-shield esque form and she stormed through the door into the cargo car. Flinging something chinese - probably insults of some kind - at the remaining hostiles, she capitalized on their confusion why anyone would be suicidal enough to storm this car alone. It gave her a solid two seconds before the bullet hails started, and by then she had already shield-bashed the next guy out of the way and backed into a corner, back-to-the wall. Here she could cower behind her shield and hold out for a bit.
