Donna had no tpatience for the endless bullshit people tried to pull, she watched as a new face began to flail around the house with a gun looking like a complete buffoon. "Down syndrome, right? Your ailment?" She chuckled at her own little joke then settled down. She wasn't afraid, heavens no, if she got shot, she got shot, if she was punched, she was punched. Donna was far too sour to experience any real fear.