Seras remained silent, her hands sliding into her pant pockets while following Claptrap up to the "New-U Station". Even though Seras was first to arrive with Claptrap she had been the last to apply herself and register, relatively ignoring Claptraps rather blatant and overzealous explanation of the station itself in addition to Jakob and Rohn. However what the mild mannered young woman couldn't ignore was the high revs and shots being fired their direction, with bullets pounding on the rocky surface when Rohn and with assuming others hit the dirt, Seras decided something a little...different. The expressionless young woman climbed the small dip, literally stepping beside Rohn and up passed him as she came into full view of the vehicles. Three of them in a distance between the vehicles and them, with Seras slowly closing the gap by walking out towards them.<br/><br/>"...."<br/><br/>With no expression what so ever upon her features, her hands crossing over to retrieve each of her machine pistols from their jacket holsters. Finally pulling them from her jacket mid-step, a pair of guns, orange-black and yellow-black machine pistols now out and armed pointing towards the middle car. Seras didn't often appreciate being intimidated or bullied, with action more often than not proving that it was indeed a bad idea to get on her wrong side. With nothing else said, "warning" shots fired her direction without a blink or flinch, Seras begun to squeeze in junction of each hand. Pulling in the left, a fiery spit fire of bullets fired while releasing the left the right pulled in with another flurry of quick shots pelted from her other gun.<br/><br/>Her left, her right, her left, her right. Her entire focus had been on the middle vehicle, with her Rag giving her cover as best one woman could give herself as the other remained in the sights of the middle. It was obvious what she was attempting to pull off, she had been trying to set fire to the vehicle and have it explode to fuck up the other ones beside it. And with any survivors, she'd simply introduce to her Revolver up close and personal like. The vehicle itself had caught fire at least, that was until Seras took a stray bullet to the side-stomach. A bullet tearing through part of her lower white top and out through the back side, a red staining her shirt and her flesh before crumbling slowly to her knee.<br/><br/>A light groan of pain escaping her lips, with the next thing the group heard was the maniacal screams and laughs of a mad-woman. Her expressionless face transformed ever so slowly, a grin etching up, eyes narrowing, focusing in appearance yet saw everything as if a blur in slow motion. She stood up, as if feeling nothing, but the truth was the pain had simply given her edge wile her bullet wound dripped blood, some even appearing to leak down her pants into and over. Now stepping towards them once again, this time appearing like she was a zombie or a drunk, almost waddling and stumbling with devilish chuckles escaping her perked lips. Her guns firing with controlled bursts as before, just now without an in control shooter.