Fable should have been surprised by the desiccated appearance of a spooky, sword-wielding mercenary leaping from roofs onto a moving shuttle, but she had her hands a little full. Specifically, she was holding an infuriated Rodian gangbanger in a headlock, trying to keep his human opponent from capitalizing on this with an outstretched hand of warning. "I'm sorry, please calm down - things are bad enough-"
The shuttle hit a slight bit of turbulence, causing the human gang leader to stumble a couple steps toward Fable. He accidentally knocked her off balance, which allowed the Rodian to throw off her captor, knocking the hapless clone to the shuttle floor. In seconds, the Rodian and the human were at each other's throats, and their fellow gang members eagerly jumped in to participate. A swift kick to the side was enough to spur Fable back onto her feet, and she wasted no time in trying to break up the fight.
She primarily accomplished this by yelling 'STOP FIGHTING' as she threw as many punches and kicks as the cramped quarters allowed. Nobody had ever accused Fable of being particularly bright, after all - especially when it came to solving issues that were not normally solved with violence. At some point, Fable tackled a burly human out of the mosh, pinned him beneath her, and took him out with a hard elbow across the temple.
Finally, she noticed the guy with the sword advancing on the cabin. He didn't look like a peacekeeper, and although her observational skills were somewhat lacking, she was pretty sure he hasn't been on the shuttle when it left the station. It took her a moment of gaping - her black eye and split lip really competed the 'thinking so hard it hurts' look - before deciding that, no, he hadn't been on the shuttle and no, he wasn't up to any good. "Ay! Leave that pilot alone, please!" Fable cried out, pushing herself up off of her felled opponent. "If this shuttle comes to a stop, it'll blow up!"