Ana kept up the firing as the men kept trying to get near the boat. Though, now that the little floating pool toys of death were floating around everywhere, the boats were becoming more and more cautious. That made her job a tad easier, as they were becoming increasingly easier to predict. Grinning like a savage, she pelted one of the boats on the side with her bullets, creating large dents and more than a few holes in its hull. It backed off, much to her disdain. Cowards couldn't handle a little challenge, eh? Poor things. She heard Leon shout something, and she turned her head to the side to shout over her shoulder, "Jesus fucking Christ, I speak English better than you, and it's not even my native language!" And with that, she turned her attention back to the boats swerving around in the water before her.