She zoomed in after the fact, confirming that yeah, she'd hit them all, all six pulls of the trigger (she had to mod the gun to fire that fast; it's the subcompact version of her favorite gun brand after all). Better yet, it meant she could get a picture of the guy she nailed with them... he was bound to still be alive after all, which means he could be found later. Or run through a database, maybe.<br/><br/>While it would be an easy thing to dive through the window, clear the distance in moments, and leap up onto the rooftop effortlessly... exploded shoulders tended to take priority, especially since that would be a very... let's say 'brazen' thing to do in a public area. Bunny spun around - seeing as the drone wasn't about to return fire either, yet - and made sure to drag Widget out into the hallway quickly, away from the window, and threw her backpack to the ground next to her. Making sure she was in Widget's line-of-sight, she stuck out her thumb, bit the tip, and then flicked it out at Widget. An old-school insult to be sure, but sometimes the classics had just that dramatic flair when performed vigorously, even if it's intrinsic meaning was not so insulting.<br/><br/>She ignored the notice in her AR for now, switched her gun to her right hand, and pressed her palm to Widget's chest, focusing on the arcane tattoo wrapped up her arm, focusing it's power into her body to stabilize her.<br/><br/>(Spellcasting Heal, Force 8, 3 Hits all towards reducing Physical Damage, Drain 4, Roll 8 to resist and got 4 Hits, no Drain)<br/><br/>Once she was stabilized, it was time to break out the bleeder kit, and try and suppress what she could of the wound once she put her gun back into the arm-slide...<br/><br/>(First Aid with a Rating 3 Kit, 7 Hits)<br/><br/>Next order of business would be GETTING THE FUCK OUT OF THERE! It's times like this she wished she had a fuck-motherfing vehicle to use besides her BOAT!