You ran inside a bathroom and closed the door behind you, trying to escape from the mob of angry Gootraxians.. ahead of you was a Fed attempting to fix his jammed Tommy Gun. When he noticed you, he remained calm and didn't attack, unlike most Gootraxians.

— "Need some help?" He asked with a slight smile. "This gun is jammed but might do the trick.. Just swing it like a bat, knock some sense into 'em."