"And your partner'll be second."

It's not quite a shot in the dark -- this one's the voice she heard yelling a name just now. She's not looking at the gun anymore; her eyes are steady on his, and one might even believe the look if it weren't for the tension in her neck and shoulders.

"How about instead you move your arm, and we both stand up really slowly, and see if maybe we can stop the fighting long enough to talk terms."