Dan didn't give a crap. He was mustering his strength. The pins and needles pulled out of his limbs one by one, restoring a semblance of feeling. His vision began to clear.
Someone was way to close. A person? More likely, a Smile that was about to blow him away!
He sweat up his gun and aimed up at her, targeting her throat.
"Back off!" he snarled. "You wanna die? Huh?" He hobbled upright, stumbling on jelly-like legs. She sure as hell didn't look like a Smile, but weirder shit happened to him on a regular basis.