This was getting downright cozy now that they were getting comfortable with each other. If there wasn't a dead body in the room, they might have even been able to pretend it was all normal. If they could survive long enough, they might even be friends. Bobbi was reclining against the table by the time the chime rang through the room, distracting her from her intent staring at various points of interest in the room and making her glance around for the source. She held her hands out to stay the other two before they made any rash decisions, slowly taking in the shadowy movements behind the glass and reassuring herself that hers was the proper answer.
Under her breath, she advised once more, "We all answer the same, nobody dies," as she drew closer to the other two instinctively. Safety in numbers. Then curled a finger for them to follow her close to the door, where they might get the jump on whatever could happen next, pulling the gun with its single shot from her waistband. There didn't seem to be anywhere in particular to answer, so she lifted her chin to direct hers toward the windows and their watchers, clear and confident, "Twelve."