It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Mollymauk Tealeaf, a tiefling blood hunter . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Caleb grapples it with Earthen Grasp. It manages to clean the tar off the lens, and breaks Caleb's concentration on the grapple by pinning him against the wall with a blade through the chest.
DM: At the moment, for you, if you move over Beau's body. It's a tough call. I mean, I'll let you do it, if you want to. You'll have to be standing over her unconscious body.
Player: I was about to say, is it in any way that going to give her a little cover, at the very least?
DM: Probably not.
Player: I'll move in and then move around-- well, no, goddamn it.
DM: It's up to you.
Player: I'm going to take a couple shots and see how this goes.
DM: Go for it. Take those shots, Molly.
