She'd just finished running from one band of thugs, and here she was running from another. She barely had enough time to take the lho-stick outside of her lips before the door burst open, and the surgeon type had sprinted out. Figuring that if she had already been accused of being a criminal and was being shot at, she might as well cement her criminality, she pulled out her gun. Said gun was a modified handcannon that had been stripped down and adjusted to absorb more recoil, and with neat little golden highlights along the barrel and handle, as well as the hammer and sights. With a quick prayer to Lady Luck, it bucked once, twice, three times in her hands, and one of the arbites grabbed their shoulders, shotguns turning to her very quickly.

Good job she was faster. Not than bullets or buckshot- but faster than arbites when it came to swinging their guns. She broke into a sprint, ears turning to the rattle of gunfire, the entire room now exploding with noise as other gangers pulled out weapons or bolted. The chaos was the perfect smokescreen, and she ducked behind a ganger holding an autogun, the stupid idiot catching a shotgun blast to the stomach for his troubles.

Bouncing off of the bar, she let off another two bullets, then darted out of the door, slamming face-first into the doctor. She managed to catch herself before she fell over completely, but stopped a second to catch her breath, leaning against the wall and pulling her coat closer to her. With no immediate threat of arbites, she took the time to reload, annoyed that she had forgotten her speedloader.