That sure is a sentence that's going to be rattling around in his brain later. Mauling. What a word.

He'll think about that later. Right now, he's doing exactly like Siffleur said and pulling the rifle off the peacekeeper that's just been knocked over. He puts a shot right between the man's eyes, probably a mercy compared to what's happening to goon number two over there.

He's not waiting around for the Discovery Channel encore, with the gun strap slung over his shoulder, he aims up and tears off down the hall, keeping to the sides as well as he can, not running down the middle. So, clearly, he's not a complete idiot about this. He's about to turn the corner when...

"Rorf?" He has to stop himself just short of pulling the trigger.

Standing there is one of the bounty hunters Crichton originally hired to help pull off his doomed bank heist. Siffleur and he might get along since they are both just as animal as man.

Rorf snarls as he looks from Crichton to the cougar, "What are you doing here?"

"Getting the hell out?" answers Crichton "What are you doing here?"

"Rescuing you," Rorf answers, annoyed. "Who is that?"