"I know." Her voice is steadier than she'd hoped. Years of practice being put to good use, even if it wasn't really her. She slowly raises her gun. "But not just yet."

Mahir would do it for her, she's sure, if she asked or even gave him time to offer. But she won't. It has to be her. She owes Shaun that much. After he did it for her, after she always promised that she'd be the one if it came to that. She swallows and aims, her hand shaking, but it doesn't matter at this distance. Not with a target that's already still. Squeezing the trigger is simultaneously easy and the hardest thing she's ever done. The bang echoes in her ears and she can't look to see if she hit her target or not. She knows she did. She's too good a shot to have missed. But she doesn't want to see it.