Alyssa had just finished passing off Mr. White to one of the SWAT team, but she hung on to his gun. The heavy armor they were wearing made her feel chilled with all of her naked skin exposed, but she wasn't self-conscious about her appearance. She was still pumped with adrenaline.
The perps did not want to go quietly into that soft night. Her 'boss' was yelling, demanding his lawyer, Salvatore was cursing in Spanish, and she had to choose which she'd focus on next. But for the most part, her job was done - at least it was until it was time for paperwork.
Then Karl spoke, and her eyes narrowed when she saw just who he had trained his gun on. Oh, please don't tell me -- don't start.
"Yeah," she nodded at Alvin, "Don't forget to get his piece."