Damn well bet he wasn't a civilian: she was even less likely to given information to a strange operative - always dangerous - than a civilian who might even mean to be benevolent.
It didn't really matter. He wanted what she knew, and it was her duty to keep him from knowing it. No matter what he managed to do.
He was fast, and strong, and she stumbled back, the rifle loose and awkward in her but too large to completely drop. She brought her pistol up and fired twice without aiming, more to give her some cover and time to get her feet under her. The whole rooftop was shadows, but at least it was flat.