Sound doesn't carry in a vacuum. There's very little vacuum left between them, though, and Bel will feel a jarring surge of vibration pressing through their suit from behind. Something mechanical and broken, something liquid and angry and wrong.

They'll also feel a curved edge digging in across their front—and rising to intercept the lifting hand. Activating his disk risks killing a potential source of data, but Rinzler recognized the shape of that weapon on his way down. If he can knock it aside without the blade, he will, and if not... better the user than him.

Not that he doesn't have other concerns. The sideways twist aims Rinzler's dock straight for the ground; he curls in, turning to take the blow on a shoulder instead. Rebound is immediate, only a fraction of an instant's contact with the ground... but speed has never been the enforcer's weak point. He slams down a foot at a sharp angle, sending them off at a corkscrewing, rapid spin across the room.