That was a quick firefight- aw, hell, he should've pulled the rope. Nick scrambled from behind his air duct and dove after her, only taking a second to look below at the crumbled body on the floor. Good, she hadn't escaped. He grabbed the rope and swung down, taking aim to fire at her again but the shot went wide and he landed on his feet to tower over her as he pointed the gun at her again.
"Who do you work for?" he demanded and then remembered he was pretty sure he'd heard some answer in French when they were on the roof together. "Voulez-vous...ou...work...travaillez...pour?" He scowled his frustration and shook his head, brandishing his pistol dangerously before it was level with her face again. There was something weirdly familiar about this woman but he couldn't quite place it.