
You hesitate, but the growing pressure of the gun barrel gives you a burst of a strange new courage.
(with as much bravado as you can muster)
Watch yourself with that thing, you might just hurt someone
Both you and the drowsy batarian seem equally nonplussed at your awkward taunt - it came out that way - but as you feel the pistol slightly pull away, without any thought you take the chance. In an instant you grab the assaulter by the hand, pull him over your back, and slam him head first into the ground. A trick you learned from before perhaps. You only momentarily ruminate over what this could imply about your past as the screeching sounds of the ship falling apart bring you back into focus of the current situation.
You check the vital signs of the batarian. He is unconscious, but seems to be alive. However, he soon starts to gargle and foam at his mouth. With an unsettling wet belch, he dies.
Ehhh... bleghh... hhhhhhh....
(silence follows)
You hear footsteps from behind you. As you turn, your face is met with the all too familiar cold touch of a circular metal rim.