[@Tuxedo Fox]
[b]Lillah[/b]
Her target fell to the ground and, but slowly rose again with a bitter comment. She lowered her gun, mouth falling open in exasperation. [i]Oh my god, I just shot someone,[/i] Lillah thought fearfully. "Oh my god," she repeated aloud. "I'm-I'm so sorry--are you okay?" In her worry for this man, she slung the shotgun over her back and approached quickly. Her eyebrows furrowed together as she searched his body and finally settled on the [i]bruised[/i] shoulder. Not bloody or torn or broken shoulder. Simply bruised. As if the mask wasn't enough of a give away, she asked, "You're a super hero? Oh thank god." She released a shaky breath and ran a hand down her face, head shaking. 

Lillah wasn't the most emotionally intelligent human being, but killing a living person? That'd fuck her up--something she never thought about until this moment, and she ignored him for a moment to regain her composure. Finally, she looked to him, and narrowed her light brown eyes. "MinuteMan?" she guessed, the waver out of her voice. In her panic, it didn't click, but now she realized that something was off about him. And it wasn't his super powers. Her mind wandered back to the hall where she found the room full of drugs, and her eyes wandered around at the bodies and the lights then back to his hazy eyes...

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her scowl returning.