So he did know she was there. He was cool as a cucumber. Thinking of that little earth colliquism, ‘cool as a cucumber’, struck her as a little funny at the moment. It was a wholly inappropriate time, but she almost chuckled. To think this hairy joke of a monkey man being a cucumber…<em>whoa, concentrate chica…this is no time to be going all white jacket crazy</em><br/><br/>Ivy held the gun gingerly and continued to slither another foot beyond the ape guy. Her intention was to clear him and then pop out and shoot whoever the monkey man had been pointing at…and hopefully not Jill.<br/><br/>She made it to the spot she wanted and took a quiet but deep breath. Ivy moved quietly into a crouch. Subtly she moved her thumb to what she assumed was the power button.<em>do it now Ivy, while whoever is bent down on the other side is still bent down</em>Her eyes closed and she said her own version of a twisted little prayer, and then pushed up sharply with her strong legs, bringing the gun out in front of her as she twisted her body.<br/>