Sandy nods dumbly when she hears Alana's voice.  Lay flat staunch the bleeding, keep her hands on her wound.  She's done it before she just has never been on<i>this</i>side of a gunshot wound.  She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, chewing on it.  She really didn't feel like she was going to die.  Despite the buck shot she has to wonder if her body is a hell of a lot tougher than it would be normally.  That's when the second shot rings out through the halls.  "Gr-Grab the gun.  Protect yourself." She grunts.  People coming into their home with guns.  She can only hope that they can learn to deal with the recoil in a very short amount of time.