Marcella
At receiving Orla's compliment, Marcella smiled bashfully.
Until the shooting started.
Time seemed to slow down as the flamboyantly dressed fellow took umbradge to being shot at by Milo, bringing his weapon up to level at the group. Orla responded in kind.
"Wait, n - !" is all the Psyker got out before the handcannon went off.
Out of reflex, Marc shot a part of her mind out to seize the hostile mans faculties and bring him under control.