The time for worrying is over, and York finds a strange calm enveloping him as he carefully aims the pistol and fires. Either it would work or it wouldn't, and he would sorry about it then.

As soon as he lets the shot loose, he jumps and rolls away to the side to dodge. Even if it did work, he still has several hundred pounds of Freelancer and armor headed directly toward him, and nobody wants to be in the way of that.