It's a wonder she didn't yelp when the gun fired, because a) the bullets were on fire, and b) nobody's actually fired a gun at her before. Near her, sure, but not- anyway. They were fine, it was fine. So she's up on the balls of her feet, ready to move. It all feels too jumbled, too complicated with all these people here, but they'd have to save the explanations for later. Everyone was too hyped to talk, clearly.

So she nods, trusts that whatever he's doing to make the gun point down instead of them will hold out, and moves past him so she can get closer to the other woman.

"Drop your weapon. Just drop it, this fight's over." Because she really doesn't want to actually 'secure' her, not if she doesn't have to. The idea of using her strength against someone, holding them back- it feels wrong when she doesn't know the situation. But. She does know that she just fired her gun at Edgeworth, and that's enough to squash that worry, for now. She's got her hand out, and maybe it looks like a non-threatening, open gesture, but really she's just ready to grab her by the wrist and pull it behind her back if it looks like she's about to try something else.