Ah. First blood. His head rolls with the bunch as he closes his eyes, ignoring the shooting pain that's starting anew. Just when some of it was starting to dull to a bearable level. No, Komarrans didn't train their own in anything combat-related, not until the 'resistance' had begun to pick up momentum. There hadn't been a reason before when their credits were good and their hired guns had enjoyed being an intimidating part of their space.

How times have changed for him. He takes a long moment to work his jaw, more to make sure that wasn't the punch that broke it, and settles his eyes on the newcomer Vor first.

"Then what am I supposed to assume," he asks Byerly calmly through gritted teeth to Byerly. The man couldn't make him any promises to Duv's knowledge. His gaze shifts back to Piotr. "All actions have pointed to a desire for me bloody and beaten than in working order."