Pidge narrows her eyes as Foxface stares straight into them. A bead of sweat trickles down her forehead and for a moment, she felt a jolt of panic that he might see it as a sign of weakness and she'd lose her opportunity.

She blinks first. There were more important things to pay attention to and she inhaled sharply as she saw Wash put his back against the wall. Good. He was far enough away for what she planned to do. Foxface turned away from her, probably to go take care of what he saw was the bigger threat.

Pidge reached into her coat pocket for the grenade, clinching it in her fist as she grabbed the pin in her teeth and yanked it out to follow through with a toss for all she was worth. She only had a second to yank her eyes up to her friend and mouth two words.

Sorry, Wash.

It rebounded off the door button and clattered to the floor below, right under Foxface's feet as the door slammed shut.