Her gun trails him, shooting again. This is the make or break time - she either puts him down now, or she has to wait until later. She doesn't think for a second that he has the guts to kill her. Poor little stupid heroic sorts.

She isn't sure how many hits she gets - or even if she gets any - before webbing hits the gun, a bit hitting her hands, too. It feels just as disgusting as she'd expected.

"What makes you think I'm not being nice by trying to kill you? I'm just trying to help everyone else here." She doesn't bother trying to free her gun from the webbing; she suspects whatever she uses to scrape it off will just stick to it.

She smirks at him. If she can't hurt him physically yet, there are other ways she might be able to shake him up. "Bad things are going to happen, and you can't stop them. The best thing you can do is lay low until it's over."