I don't, not really. [ His eyes stray to the gun, and he feels the hair at the back of his head raise. He has no real way to defend himself right now— it would take too long to get his own phaser out of the holster. All he can hope for is that this guy dislikes Pierce at least as much as he does. ]

He offered my boyfriend a job. Nothing good. We've been worried about what he might be up to. [ He pauses, taking a slow breath. ] But I haven't ever talked to him directly. I just keep tabs on him, is all.