He could feel the way the revolver's handle came so, so close to striking against Jack's jaw, just barely missing when Jack reeled out of the way. Stomping a foot down as he regained his balance from the followthrough of that attack, Soysauce made to try and take down Jack once more -- before screeching to a halt the moment he saw that hands-raised defenseless gesture.

"-- an ambush?" Soysauce still sounded tense, though, and he couldn't help glancing at his shoulder for a moment. The bullet had torn through his sleeve, scraping a shallow wound across his shoulder, and there was blood starting to blotch red against the fabric. Aah, that was another shirt ruined. A small sigh before Soysauce looked back to Jack, carefully pointing his revolver at Jack's legs as a safety measure.

"Whatever the reason was, we frown upon violent fights, here. I'll have to ask you -- and the others involved -- to cooperate with us."