And look at Karl trying to out-psyche her, out of all of them. Rather than flinching as another might, Alex only scooted her seat back enough so that she could stand. Leaning forward across the small table, the Goddess wrapped her lips around the muzzle of the gun with no little amount of innuendo, before cocking an eyebrow and inviting her brother to pull the trigger.
33% chance this would be her time, 66.667% said that Karl would have yet another chance to eat lead.