The sound of the shot echoed right through that primal part of her head that was making itself prepared for roasted duck. She snapped out, the glaze out of her eyes and the hungry grin gone. She turned first to the cleaver, then to Vira, smoking barrel still in hand. The usual mixtures of anger wasn't there. Instead there was a desperate string of fear. Her lip trembled for a moment as images and sounds flashed through her head. Gunshots, blood, logs in the murky water... no. Not logs. Bodies. Bodyparts even. And in the middle of the carnage...<br/><br/>"Gid out..."<br/><br/>She didn't listen to a word they said. The flashes of red and black made her a bit nauseous, but there was something more sinister in her eyes now. It wasn't as much anger as it was wrath, close to divine wrath. She gritted her teeth as she picked up the cleaver.<br/><br/>"Everyone out of the kitchen... 'fore I... just gid out."<br/><br/>She turned away from them and started hacking up meat again. She had turned a gun at her. She had fired a gun at her. She half turned her head around, looking at Henry and Zylphia with eyes filled to the top with fire and brimstone.<br/><br/>"Ya still here? Wanna take a shot too?"