All their guns came up at once, aimed straight at him.
Aljun froze for a second, then glanced back at the table and returned his gaze to them, eyes widening slightly as if he had just realized what they were seeing.
"Okay," he said, letting out a short chuckle as he raised both hands. "I know that looked bad."
He tilted his head toward the table. "This is one of the two who tried crossing."
Lance turned away fast and staggered to the corner. He bent over and vomited, one hand braced against the wall, the other gripping his stomach as his body shook.
Iyisha stood still. Her mouth pressed tight, jaw locked as she forced herself to breathe through it.
Malcolm didn't move.
"I'm going to kill you," he said, voice low and steady.
"Wait," Aljun said, rolling his eyes slightly, hands still raised. "Don't be such a hypocrite."
He gestured loosely around them. "Everyone's eaten this."
