[She smirks as she fumbles with the ammunition.] You remind me of a friend of mine, y'know. [The wound isn't as bad as it looks; the buckshot didn't have the penetrating power to reach her lungs. Still, she's losing a lot of blood, and has difficulty with reloading with her shaking hands.]

You're both idiots. He'd forget that "no one else" includes him, too.

[Her timing is impeccable. Just as one of the things turns the corner to meet them, she's loaded and able to get out a shot right in its groin. The recoil nearly launches the gun completely out of her hands, but her chest is in so much pain, she doesn't notice the toll being taken on her wrists.]

Besides, who's protecting that girl between here and there?