The only thing that stops Amy from screaming out loud is the feeling of a gun barrel against her head. "A-Alpha....Beta...? Don't...shoot now..." She warns the drones, very slowly putting her hands up and gradually rising from her position, shaking slightly out of fear. She soon reaches a standing position, taking a few breaths. "You...you're a murderer..." She accuses the voice. Slowly, carefully, she turns around, dreading what she was about to find. She couldn't issue an order without at least making some movements with her hand...And if she issued an order, she would surely be shot...