Santi watched with amazement as Baldie --- who, lucky for her, didn't seem to take offense at her impromptu choice of name for him --- shot a man, only to have the bullet stop at his chest... and then continue its course, lethally, as Baldie's advance brought the man into the sphere of the time-thingy.  It was as much an answer as she could have expected; they could indeed shoot them where they stood.<br/><br/>She focused on the man she was pointing the gun at, and tried to keep her hand steady.  Holding it with both hands, her legs spread a little for balance, she pulled the trigger.<span style="font-style: italic">Bang!</span>The gun jerked in her hands.  The shot didn't sound nearly as impressive as Baldie's... and she wasn't nearly as good with it as he was.  The bullet stopped, obediently, as she had hoped, but while she'd been aiming between the man's eyes, the bullet looked like it was going to go into his cheek, or maybe just below his eye.  Damnit, she could do better than that... couldn't she?<br/><br/>She followed him and Tim as they moved closer to the helicopter; the last thing she wanted was to be left behind when they drew the time-bubble away from her.  That would be bad.  She grimaced at the thought, and moved a little closer to another man, and fired at his face.  This time the bullet stopped pointing straight between his eyes... much better.  But she wondered... how powerful was her gun, really?  And how many bullets were in it, anyway?  It was small, the kind of thing a woman would keep in her purse... she didn't think she wanted to shoot it into the armored chests around her.  That, she suspected, not only wouldn't drop them... but would probably just piss them off.<br/><br/>She wasn't hesitant, to kill, she found... odd in itself, she thought.  But, realistically, her aim wasn't good enough to take out kneecaps.  Even head shots were risky... too small a target, for her.  But chest shots, she doubted would be all that effective with her little gun...<br/><br/>On the other hand... she turned to the one he'd taken down with a chest-shot.  He was near the chopper... and the man was still armed, and far too dead to use his weapon.  It looked like a better alternative.<br/><br/>Tentatively she headed over --- well aware that she was running out of time and, like a cat batting at prey, she went to her hands and knees and pawed at the man's weapon.  She got it, and pulled it to her, and hurried over to the helicopter.  The last thing she wanted was to miss her ride.<br/><br/>But as she stepped into the thing, next to Tim and the comatose Shari, she looked down at the weapon in her hands, looking to flick off the safety... and to see how effective it might be.  If she could figure out how to set it to automatic fire... sending a spray of frozen bullets at the men standing around would probably be a good idea.<br/><br/>She just hoped Baldie knew how the fly this thing.