Florence eyed the woman that held a knife to her throat, with a fire in her eyes. "I should be askin' you that, twinkle toes, with you droppin' glass bottles about," she growled at the woman. Her eyes slid past to the man that had come to her aid, smiling that she was not alone in this. "I suggest you do as the man says.We're all fightin' this thing together...but that don't mean I gots a problem with puttin' a bullet in anyone's skull that gets in my way."