Harvey allowed himself a satisfied little smirk as Liz fell; he'dve rather hit her kneecap, take her out long-term, but down was down. His instinct was to move forward and finish the job, and he actually leveled the gun at her head for a second before - recalling Nelson - turning to aim at Aqua instead. They'd earned a beating, yeah, but he wasn't quite pissed enough at them to risk another ride in that psycho's torture machine.

Of course, that was before Aqua shot the gun out of his hands, the electricity of her gun attracted to the metal of his. "Son of a bitch!" He dropped the searing-hot weapon instantly, sending it clattering away from him, but he hadn't moved quite fast enough to save his hands. It felt like he'd just stuck both his palms onto a hot stove.

Gritting his teeth against the pain, he lunged for Aqua, trying to wrest the gun away from her. Now he was feeling decidedly less generous about not shooting them both.