To all perceptions, Fractal - the junkyhead in the mud - was elsewhere. As if his sensitive systems overrided themselves with information from a BTL chip.
The scene was strange. By all standards, someone should find a punk messing with his brains anywhere; but this guy was wearing a really fine piece of suit, and the neighborhood is not a place where someone would find a fine dressed gentlemen out of his head.
Fractal was counting that the strangeness of the situation would lure the guard closer, maybe even try to help the "helpless drugged suit". He keeps his attention in the data traffic, ready to use Billy's voice to order the guard to "take this poor bastard non-violently out of here (man in suits have lawyers, you know?)". Anyway, the taser is firm in his hands, and any funny movement from the guard will be answered with a shock dart.
Still, Fractal would prefer to shoot a closer target, unprotected from the fence.
@Omar: I hope for him to come to me. If he won't, you will need to ram him to buy me time. I'm not sure if I can take a good shot with the fence in the way.