Outside the bar, standing in the strange blue strobe of emergency vehicles, Al leaned on the man she'd just run out of the bar with.<br/><br/>"Was...was that all real?  Did someone slip us something?" she asked, panting slightly from panic and adrenaline.  "Wait...you got shot," she said, looking him over for signs of damage and seeing the hole in his jacket sleeve.  "Shit!  What's your---wait, Leof, right?  Did it get you or just your jacket?" she asked, hoping.<br/><br/>She glanced back at the front door of the bar, waiting to be followed or shot or who the hell knew what.