Lena dropped to the ground but still tried to play it cool, holding her shoulder like it was on fire. “Tu vamando al hospital hombre” she said in the whitest way possible, no accented words or anything. Of course the whole ting was a joke since there weren’t any working hospitals around...anywhere. “ She then looked at the person who was right in front of her. “Maybe if that guy didn’t point a gun at me, he’d still have feeling in his arm.” She said bluntly. There was blood seeping into her coat, and there wasn’t a lot she could do in this situation, but she just looked Belen straight in the face, a lazy smile on her face. “Oh, is that little thing for me?” She was a dressing the pistol’s barrel, which she was staring down. 

It was pretty clear she didn’t care in that trigger got pulled. “Go for it, I’ll just start making weapons in the next life instead of this one.”