This is exhausting. What the fuck is wrong with everyone on this vessel? It's a cruise ship, not a circus, and Edward's had about enough. His eyes scan the ceiling for the juncture where the beam is supported, gun still raised- but not in her direction, instead Edward is trying to gauge if he can destroy it enough with a shot to cause the whole damn thing to come crashing down.

"Sure. Here's a third: Eat my shit and hair." And with that, a second shot is fired.