"I said stay there." Draven glanced at Conner as he shifted position slightly. The man would be a problem. Draven wanted to be rid of him, but knew the price would be high with Nova. He was already on thin ice with her, and couldn't afford for it to get any thinner. So he aimed to incapacitate rather than kill. Otherwise it wouldn't have been an issue. Here he was stabbed and shot, Nova better realize he held back some not out right killing them. He moved to Nova by the counter, and to her other side. That way she was between him and Conner less likely for either to try something.
Draven reached for her and helped her stand because she nearly went down. Conner moved but toward Carlos. Draven let him looking at Nova. She felt hot to the touch, and her color wasn't good. Her human blood was fighting the Atlantean blood like an infection. Even though that blood was stronger, better. He knew it was warring and stopping what she was from being true.
