Zi actually glared at Richter, a rare event in public. "There's a front gate, kid," He growled, pushing Bee toward the front door as the crowd started to get it together after being stunned into silence. The effect wouldn't last very long, Zi knew. He glanced at Bee. "No." He didn't bother to apologize or be formal. He'd been hired to protect, so he'd protect. Every other distraction could burn, for all he cared.
Deaik let out an angry yell and tried to catch his balance, tripping into the back door, which swung outward, and tumbling outside.