It was really something to shoot someone in the leg and have they come at you like nothing had happened. Trish was now way more freaked out than traumatized, but one fed into the other and her mind felt like it was going to burst. She could hear some kind of screeching inside her mind, almost as clearly as anything real. Of course she kept shooting.
Suddenly there was Will Simpson lying on the floor bleeding from his leg, and Jessica running in like a bat out of hell, completely out of the blue. Meanwhile, Trish still had her gun aimed at Simpson. She didn't appreciate being followed - by either of them, truth be told - and Simpson was blurting out excuses in between huffs of whatever he was on these days. Trish took the inhaler from him just when Jessica called her name.
"Jessica," she turned to look at her without lowering her gun, a tone of whining in her voice. "what the hell are you doing here?!"
"She's gonna get herself dead, Jessica." said Simpson, really out of turn if you asked her. Trish glared at Simpson.