Francess swallowed nervously. She looked at the machine gun. "That firearm is... it's awfully large." As much as she wanted freedom, and knew their raid was in self-defense, the idea of watching those bullets tear into people made her stomach weak, much as imagining stabbing someone had. She breathed deep and gathered her courage. "I mean to say... Which is good." Sliding her spin farther along the wall, she crept around the perimeter of the building, going in the direction of the device. The tiny scuffing sounds of her boots seemed amplified.