The feel of Nico's hand around hers fully brought her into the moment. And though it was probably a bad time for this, she was starting to freak out a little. She was afraid that Nico was badly hurt, that her arm would have to be cut off, that more guards were coming. Her anger meter was going down only to be replaced by a surge of fear. Fear didn't control powers very well.
A few of the bullets dropped to the ground as a result, but Sasha maintained the rest at an almost steady position. "Can you run? I don't think I can hold these for much longer." She wasn't even waiting so much for his reply and continuously moving them back, back, back to where they had come from. Just because her bullet wound was starting to hurt and tears were beginning to cloud her eyes didn't mean Nico had to get shot as well.