Jane scrambles from underneath the now dead girl she been hold.  Her face and neck splattered with the girls brains.  An as she shucks the girl off.  The one crazy nut case Jane was, would turn to roll up on her hands and knees.  As she begins to throw up, as she lost it.  With being splattered like shes been.<br/><br/>The quick glance around reveals nothing for either Deacon or Catherine and the Captain.   As no other shot was forth coming and no tell tale sign of smoke was evident.  No one immediate vicinity held a gun or seemed a threat.   An Catherine would realize that the port authorities would be coming.   They needed to move if not get detained and caught up in an investigation over the girls death.<br/><br/>(game mechanics -  I need an intelligence/ Skill Perception specialty deduction target 7)<br/><br/>An through Deacon in his quick glance around.  Could not spot anything.  The direction that he pinpointed it came from.  Would mean the shot had been from a 1000ft away at the very least.