[ Hook's still struggling to make sense of Emma's voice when the violence of Regina's attack cleanly interrupts his focus. Awareness snaps into clarity, though it's hard to say whether that's an improvement. Emma and Regina shouldn't be here, not on the ship. The sight of Rumplestilskin may be deeply unwelcome, but at least it's not entirely foreign to the landscape.
In the end, it doesn't really matter whether or not the details make any sense. The only thing that truly matters is the attack on Milah, and the response to that is instinctive. The seat is knocked back roughly as he stands, and there's no effort to fend off Emma's attempt to grab his arm. Despite the disorientation, she's not a threat— not compared to the others. He draws his gun instead of bothering to push her away, taking steady aim at Regina.
Milah's regaining her footing in the meantime, one hand braced against the wall as she recovers her composure and casts a vicious look back towards Regina. She holds her ground, and after a tense moment her gaze skips to Hook. ] Shoot her!
italics are milah until she's toast
In the end, it doesn't really matter whether or not the details make any sense. The only thing that truly matters is the attack on Milah, and the response to that is instinctive. The seat is knocked back roughly as he stands, and there's no effort to fend off Emma's attempt to grab his arm. Despite the disorientation, she's not a threat— not compared to the others. He draws his gun instead of bothering to push her away, taking steady aim at Regina.
Milah's regaining her footing in the meantime, one hand braced against the wall as she recovers her composure and casts a vicious look back towards Regina. She holds her ground, and after a tense moment her gaze skips to Hook. ] Shoot her!