Sherri's cheeks burned at the cursing, the foreign language translated very clearly in her head. Should she have tried to pretend like people pulled guns around her every day? It was pretty obvious, at least in her opinion, that her life wasn't that exciting, she doubted anyone would believe that.
The sight of the teenager drove that thought right out of Sherri's head. When the crack of the shot came, she only felt relief; later, seeing someone die would seem horrible, but for the moment she could only worry about the girl's safety. If she wasn't afraid she'd get in the way of Nina's next shot, she'd have rushed to her immediately. She started moving closer, anyway, trying her best to stay out of range as she did so.