[@MikkishtheLeprechaun][@Mariana Collie]

West burst into a coughing fit as the smoke enveloped them, and as it cleared and she got her breath back under control she found herself staring down the barrel of her own gun. She froze up looking at the two of them, like a deer watching an oncoming semi-trailer barrel down the road toward it, her eyes all fear and regret. Slowly though, as she had time to fully process the situation, those feelings were overwhelmed. Memories flashed by in her mind too fast even for her to notice them, snapshots and feelings that made up the core of who she was; Hushed voices arguing in another room, the red ache of bound wrists and ankles, the smell of gunsmoke, and the skittering [i]snapping[/i] [b]crunching[/b] that ended it all. Fear was expelled from her eyes, and she looked at them with only loathing.

She reached into her pocket, never taking her eyes off the man that had snatched Bara's gun, and withdrew her wallet. She slowly reached out and offered it to him. Him in particular because she knew something that they probably didn't. Something they didn't know because they were safe, because they didn't have to deal with Pests every day, because they had no need to carry a gun everywhere. She knew, at the very least, that her safety was on. She had no idea about Bara's gun, though. So when the short guy reached out to take her wallet she was going to drop it, snatch his arm up in both hands, and put the muscle she had first devolved at grandpa's farm to work to throw him into the tall one and hopefully knock them both ass over teakettle.