It's Felix's paranoia that saves his life at this particular moment in time. When the grenade gets chucked at him, he takes a half second to realize what it is before he throws up his hardlight shield, knocking it away. Then he immediately dives for cover.

Okay, not Daniels then, he thinks as he rolls behind a square display paneling, crouching down and throwing up his shield as a second protection measure. The explosion still rattles his bones but not nearly as bad as if he had actually been hit with it.

He doesn't come up instantly. Who the fuck was chucking grenades at him? Was it one of the Freelancers? Or was it a sim trooper, a rebel?

He peeks over the top of the paneling, pistol gripped tightly in his hands and he doesn't say a word, let the asshole come to him first.