Nightingale almost zoned out of the conversation due to the headache ripping through her skull at the moment, but her face snapped to the direction of the window where this mystery kid with a gun was indicating that she follow his orders.
"Hey!" She yelled angrily, struggling to her feet and glaring through the smoke and window to see the kid - he looked younger than 15, and not old enough to be carrying around such a high caliber weapon. "Watch your mouth, shortround. We may have had the idiotic job of protecting that idiot, but he deserved what he got. Also, " She paused, almost subconsciously stepping into the line of fire between the kid and Elijah. "Are you a retard? Not only did you knock me off my game, you were shooting through the window like that with titanium bullets? You missed your target of killing this guy, and your bullets could have easily ricocheted and hit me or the gang scumbag!" She finished with a patronizing roll of her eyes, then turned, looking at Elijah, who was still on the ground. While she had been regaining some energy on the floor, she had seen a most curious and bone-chilling helicopter out of the window, flying in the opposite direction, with a rather familiar logo on the side.
"That helicopter..." She began, watching as he dug out another bullet embedded in his skin. "Do you know who it belongs to?"