Perceptor is already up and moving as the shot connects, heading to intercept Whirl and his apparent victim at their crash site.

He keeps his pistol drawn and ready, more out of habit than due to any plans for further violence. Whirl is unpredictable, and Perceptor wouldn't put it past him to react to an attack with his own aggression.

"Whirl," his voice is rather even for someone who just took a potshot at a former colleague as he approaches, optics fixed on Whirl.

"What are you doing?"