The hunting-howls of the Infested rattle through the old ship hull. Guttural and hoarse, they send chills down the spines of the Kavor defectors. Their Warframe escort suddenly stops, wheeling on her heel and staring into the hold with a sightless face. Wordlessly she gestures to the Grineer - run. They flee gratefully as Mesa draws two long pistols from her hips. A sigh, and with not a second of hesitation, a shot rings out as a bullet strikes down the first Infested to crawl into the hold. Then another, and another. Shot after shot with perfect precision and ruthless lethality. Mesa is sure and steady, always poised and always ready to put a bullet in her prey. Perk up with her blend of rich maple, sweet blueberry and sumptuous spice. It's high noon, Tenno. Draw.