Ren allowed himself a small smile as the oddly-colored woman finally went to her knees - at least for the moment. He hoped she'd listen to reason and stay down or run off. Having to shoot her again would suck.
All of a sudden, the other femme fatale's voice rang out, and a strange feeling washed over him. For a moment, he felt his mind cloud over slightly, as if it had been filled with cotton balls. The sensation passed quickly, however, and left no ill effects in it's wake. He'd have to put her down as soon as well. There was no telling if repeated exposure to something like that might have a cumulative effect, but he'd rather not find out.
He leveled his weapon arm at the other woman and fired, but the ultra-high pressure stream missed her as Grim's claw knocked her back.