It was fortunate, perhaps, that her guns were concealed when she popped into this world, or else things might have gone worse than they did. In that she'd actually shot at the shadow—three times, one in each extremity above the waist—before realizing that 1, the shots hadn't connected, 2, the bullets had connected with the wall behind the leering shadow, and 3, someone was coming, and so she'd slipped the gun back into its holster.

"Help!"

Feigning weakness is usually her partner's purview, but she might as well see what someone else in this odd situation will do.