Gerasim holds up his hand like he is about to deflect a blow to his chest as the crazy lady starts to bark at his fellow stationers, his mouth open in an unspoken 'Woooo'. The surprise keeps him standing still like a statue for a bit before he relaxes one arm, moving the other to pull the hand through his hair. He watches Joshua join in on ordering around his comrades. Both of them manage to perfectly imitate stuck-up state officials that have the urge to show off their powers to 'civilians' to fill that need for control and superiority.
All three of them start walking off with the new prisoner in tow, leaving Gerasim behind. He drops his arms and rolls his shoulders, standing in place as he looks after them, with an absent stare. 'What a bunch of Moodozvons! How the hell did they get this far?' He thinks, and a grin spreads on his face, and all worries are gone like they were never there before. He starts jogging after them, catching up to them just as they start all pilling into the starship of the smuggler.
*Thump* goes the door behind him as it closes behind him and he rests the dull side of the blade on his shoulder, unsure of where else to place it. 'Totally, I look fucking cool with this.' He thinks to himself with a slight grin eyeing the entire group in one view from his spot. 'Tho, I am almost sure those guys need to get moving if they don't wanna get arrest-' He catches
Midnight glancing at his set-up and almost instinctively winks at her, only for her not to notice as she turns away. Gerasim still feels very reinforced in his abilities.
"Dadadadadadadada." He watches as Cleo explodes into a tirade against Midnight, much more ready as before when she caught him off-guard. "Dadaddadada-she's right, I have never seen a worse organized mission on the field. Still, poor Midnight.'-adadadada"
Her gaze turns toward him and Joshua, and he looks into her eyes with a raised eyebrow, trying not to smile and look somber. "Dadadadada-" He stares right back at Cleo with a suppressed cocky grin, unimpressed to the scolding against him and Joshua. 'We got the objective, isn't that what we wanted?' He thought, with an aloof expression.
He did not move an inch the entire five minutes, and as the attention of the dog lady turned back to the Frenchie, he focused on what he was saying. He didn't speak any french, but he did learn Latin, and one or two words did sound familiar though nothing one could make a sensible sentence out of even with context. 'Why did I even bother with Latin, I should have learned Spanish. Ladies like Spanish.' He reminisced while rubbing his fingers together as if he is nervous, which he isn't and realizes that he is spacing off too often today.
Just as he is about to think about making a coffee in the kitchen, the room explodes into even more noise, and Gerasim snaps his head toward the screen, seeing a potato-nosed Pasha. Calmly he turns his head toward Cleo, immediately seeing this glint of murder in her eyes. "You boys ever see a
Daqin Soldier actually try?" She says, and he, for the first time, hears her words crystal-clear with the intent behind them. He smiles at her as she gives him orders and puts down the sword, leaning it against the wall.
He gets close to her, puts one hand on the pistol, and pushes it down with light force. "How about we don't kill the people I know? I know you said we shouldn't question you, but you don't have any authority, so I will." He puts a thumb on the magazine release and pulls out the magazine. He lifts it to Cleo's face and looks her straight into her eyes. "I stored some of my stuff I need to take with me on your side of the docks. I gotta take them with me so-" He points at Joshua. "You, Joshua, need to hold the position because Gerasim here, a long-time citizen of this station which you could use as a hostage." He presents himself, moving his arm from his crotch to his head like he pulls up a curtain. "And there wouldn't be any bloodshed, how about that? Everybody is happy, and everybody is alive."
He gets close to Cleo's face, a stern look on his face. "How does that sound, leader?"