"Just a kid," she said. She had to do something to get out of this situation. The question was: run, or fight? She didn't want to hurt him. She never wanted to hurt people. Normally anyone coming at her with a gun would simply find their gun thrown, but she didn't want to make that kind of impression. She really needed a better idea. This apartment was way too small for a fight. One of her figurines took a step toward the attacker. "You need to leave now," she said, feigning confidence as her figurines both walked at him. They were only fragile ones meant for moving a couch. One shot might shatter them both. Still, it was all she had.