"Who is that? What's happening? Is that the cops?" West asked wearily, looking around to see every possible vague indistinct shape she could. There was no more gunfire, and the guy had spoken with a voice of authority, and the way thery were talking seemed to imply that they had some sort of authority to dole out punishment. Wst was suddenly overcome with light headedness as she felt the tension of the situation start to drain out of her, and her mouth started moving almost independently of her own will. "I'm pressing charges!" She said, trying to turn and face the direction she thought the voice had come from and inadvertently toppling backwards over the terrified dog flat onto her ass. She didn't let that break her train of thought though. "Me, and my friend here," she continued, gesturing from her new position in the direction of the nearest indistinct blob with the shoe she still had clutched in her good hand, "Have been assaulted and robbed. We have suffered emotional distress. My hand feels like it's broken, I'm not sure how that happened. He has my gun! That is my gun! And my wallet! I would like my wallet and my gun! And my glasses! [i]You better not have broken my glasses[/i]!" 

She would keep going in this breathless, frazzled state unless something stopped her.