The door was still locked. She cursed under her breath and flew back up to the roof, watching the fighting progress. It was a little difficult to tell what was going on due to the chaos of battle. She sighed and took her hold-out pistol. She had a feeling someone fighting the guard could get the damn door open. Then she could maybe eat something warm. She shoots her weapon [color=fff200][Natural roll 15+3=18][/color], hitting one of the frezer-burned targets. The poor man fell, probably in agony. [color=fff200][1d6 for 4, guard previously wounded. Dead.][/color] She hid behind some cover before anyone could see where the bullet came from.