Mao nodded, paying no attention to the remark he would normally react to. He intended to follow Duncan out the door, but it seemed that something had caught Duncan's attention.
"What is i-," Mao started to say but was interrupted by a sweet, sweet silence. He patted his ears a few times. "Relief!", he said, but it had clearly been to soon as a shot rang out and something smashed into his left shoulder. His aura flared up and pain emanated through his body from the source of the hit, and the shock of the moment sent him tumbling backward. Fearing that it might've been the criminal they had been talking about earlier, he sprung back up and was prepared to launch a blade only to find that Duncan had already given himself up.
Mao lowered his arm, not because he was surrendering but because he was confused. There was no other response by whoever shot him. "Duncan...where'd they go?" He knelt and made his way toward the room. The room was still dark so he figured that the room was isolated from the rest of the ship; the idea made sense considering how Duncan found it. He wondered if it had it's own energy source so as he decided to grope the wall again, and with a thumping heart, he found a switch. He flicked it on and light filled the room revealing stacks of canned food, bottled water, a one-person bed, a small desk, and well as a stand for the gun which appeared to include a mechanism to fire it remotely.
Mao didn't say a word, instead gesturing for Duncan to approach and to avoid the gun's line of fire.