Good or Bad, you don't need competition.

The male in there is dominant. You can tell from the voice, the actions. There's no way you'd be accepted into any group in anything but a subordinate role. If that guy's running the show, you're at best probably going to end up another one of his bitches. At worst, he'll shoot before you even get a chance to talk. If he's armed that is. Either way, you need to make certain that you take control of the situation.

No time like the present to find out. You press your back to the wall next to the door, and lift your foot. BREACHING! You think, without calling it.

The loud sound of your foot bashing the swinging door wide open echoes in the mall. You don't even take the time to concentrate on it, moving on practiced drill. You've crossed the kitchen and have taken up a covering position by the time you are fully aware of the tactical situation.

You take it in quickly, weighing the options.

One Woman on the floor. Legs spread. Clothes torn. Looks down for now.

Romeo One, Male, naked from waist down. Not facing you but rapidly trying to pull his pants on and simultaneously rise to his feet from between the legs of the woman on the floor..

Potential Romeo Two. Female, Sitting on a counter with legs spread and garment hanging from one leg.. Looks like she was masturbating. Seems to be wearing some kind of Baklava.

You don't see any weapons, at least now,

"Don't FUCKING MOVE," You shout. Your sight is positioned nicely at center mass on the guy who seems to be still trying to pull his pants on. He's big. Looks like he's wearing some kind of mall security shirt. "Do not make me kill you." You speak quieter.

There is a breath, and for a second you hope that this might just work.