The monkeydude was standing there.. as if he doesn't see you...and he's like two feet away. Suddenly he moves..stepping OVER you..intecepting one of the guys (so there must be two) who was coming close.  "Hey..alright..the register is cycling..here.." he opens up the cabinet over your head..reaching in and pulling out several gadgets which are locked up to put on the counter feet above you. He MUST know you're there..or else the biggest fluke in the universe as he stepped over you without stepping on you.<br/><br/>The Gun feels cold and abit heavy in your hands.  It's weighted so the tip wants to dip down..or so..and holding it there is a faint red glow above that one button on the butt.<br/><br/>You hear a slight thud... monkeydude has accidentally pushed some things forward down the front o the counter.  A new voice "Clumbsy furball.  Listen..no monkey business..hey..get it..har har.." the voice lowering down as the person probably bends down to get whatever was dropped.  Back by where Jill is.. "Hey..stop fucking around with that stuff..just get the creds.. let's go have us a party.. we gotta get out of here."<br/><br/>Beside you.. the monkeydude's foot lifts off the ground, and then in a rough approxmiation of a hand (it's not in shoes and you see alot more articulate then human feet) it points in a direction, which would be maybe 5 feet from the door