The man jerks his right hand up, the sudden movement yanking the chain and his Bolter up. He then catched the Bolter's grip, tightly holding it in his right hand, though he kept it pointed at the ground, with his finger off the trigger. "So... If you don't mind sharing... who are you?" He asked with a curious undertone as he peered to where the woman's eyes would be while his left hand emitted a series of short clicks, the hand itself, once again, folding back into the arm, swiftly getting getting replaced by a slowly spinning Chainsword. A Chainsword whose teeth were covered in a thin layer of blood.