With practiced ease does the pistol come up from her holster.  "Drop the--" The whole world seems to be ringing in her ears.  She gets tossed back onto her back, her pistol skittering across the ground towards Jack.  When she lands all she can register is that she<i>should</i>be dead after a blast that close to her gut.  She swallows several times, her hands going to her stomach to see what damage had been done.  "Unnngh." She sucks in a breath, one that had been blown from her body in the single shot.  Then the pain hits her.  She cries out, latching her arm across her abdomen, moving herself into a fetal position.  "Shoot him.  Shoot him." She whispers to the air.  Someone pick up her damn gun and shoot the bastard!