That was a threat he could withstand; he could feel courage and resolve returning by the moment. So he walked a step closer and used his powers to hold down her other wrist.

And he internally hoped furiously that the woman wouldn't call the bluff he was about to make, because half the equipment on this damnable ship was faulty and it would be his damn luck that this would be the same. It would take confidence - or the illusion of confidence. But he was good at the illusion of confidence.

"Raven," he said, staring down at the criminal with a stubborn set to his jaw. "Twenty yards behind you there is a station with a fire extinguisher. Kindly retrieve it, and if she attempts to make anyone a pile of ashes, use it upon her. Liberally."