[Her eyes are on the dark-haired man finally. His body is marred by not the one extra bullet hole she expected from the shot, but three. If you read somewhere that it sounded like three that was clearly wrong. You probably misread it. One shot, three holes. It's a thing.]
He's still moving. [Not a lot. It's not like he's ready to do the samba, but it's not just a death twitch, right? Somehow?
And for the record, she fully supports the title of "idiot."]