She was able to get a hold on the bag with her good, uninjured hand. She slung it over her shoulder and stepped, toe to heel backwards until she found the door.
"You aren't doing me any favors, Hee-Haw. You startle me with a loud noise like, let's say, a gun shot and I pull the trigger out of sheer reflex and we're both swiss cheese. So don't kid yourself."
"I bet it was you," she said slowly, eyes wide. "I bet you were the psycho who shot Daniel."
She could still taste the blood. Maybe it was new blood from when she was struck in the head. The gun shook as her hand felt the pain of it's weight.
"Well I won't fall to you."
She groped around behind her until she felt the door knob. She twisted it and threw her foot behind her, kicking it open. Mara stepped out into the doorway. With the light of the moon behind her she was just a silhouette. For a moment it was silent.
"....and you're not a very good kisser!"
((Mara Montalvo continued in Walk the Streets So Mean