Ivy noticed the gun thing. She was more comfortable with a knife, and even more comfortable with her fists….but a gun could be very good in this situation.<br/><br/>Slowly , and with great care, Ivy snaked her hand forward towards the gun. She tried not to startle the monkey guy either, as he could give away that she was there. Jill cried out and Ivy had to steel herself to keep her movements slow and precise. Her first instinct was to just jump up and start swinging suicide mission style, but it wasn’t just her health at stake. It was Jill’s.<br/><br/>After what seemed like forever her hand was on the gun and she gave it a gentle tug, hoping it would easily come free.<br/>