[As long as Mika holds the gun with intent to shoot, Orga's grip is like iron around his wrist, his gaze as sharp and cutting as the edge of a finely-honed knife. He waits, presence brokering no room for leeway or disagreement, until Mika concedes. He releases him when he finally accepts the command, still standing nearby long enough to watch the gun's trajectory fall to the floor. Before he steps away, Orga gives the younger boy another pointed gaze, as if to say, put it away.

There were times he wanted Mika holding a gun to "help" along certain deliberations and agreements. This was not one of those times.

Gjallarhorn. Well, it certainly checked out, with how Mika had reacted. He looks to Julieta, waiting for further explanation, and what he's given is even worse than what he feared. He has to stifle a groan. Arianrhod. Fuck, this would've been so much simpler if she was simply one of McGillis' cronies...

His hand drags down his face, pausing to pinch at the bridge of his nose.

What a headache.]

Okay. [Said after a long moment's thought. He lowers his hand, looking to Juli.] Here's how I see it. While we're here, we're not Tekkadan. Not as far as what it would mean in your eyes, anyway. They're back home, with Gjallarhorn and all the rest of it. If we let that come between us, it'll only fuck with us in the long run of whatever we have to do here.

[He's looking to Mika now, gaze still cautioning.] We've got enough enemies outside of our number to deal with them among us, as well.

[Now back to Juli. There's a pang of disappointment to it, looking at the total change in the way she regarded him. He still doesn't really know what the fuck the Arianhrod Fleet's deal is with Tekkadan, but he suspects something to do with McGillis. He really doesn't want to have to eat that dude's flack right now, but, well, here they were.]

Do you agree to this, Julieta?