Panic would seize Joe.   Hastily she would begin to back away.  While she bring up her gun,  which with untimely luck.  Or perhaps rendered as such, would jam on her.   As the press of Coxiens closed in around her.  She would again with untimely luck trip, slipping over one of them.  Landing hard onto her backside.   A gush of air escapes as the wind is knocked out of her momentarily.