Sara's colt is still in her hand, and it levels unwaveringly at the man with the case. Her thumb pulls back the hammer and holds it, as her finger pulls the trigger beyond the release point. A little relaxing of her thumb and the man is dead. She recognises him, of course. He's the dude that walked out of the bank as she was walking in. The one with the case... the case that no doubt contained the payroll.<br/><br/>"Bastard!" She snarls. "Hand it over".<br/><br/>And then the man's greeting penetrates her anger. "And if you call me 'cutie' one more time, you'll get to sing soprano again!" Her gun barrel dips as she takes fast steps past Raven, the big .44 calibre hole now pointing directly into his crotch.