Jemma had had no idea where they were going. For the trip she'd been fiddling with the radio, finally stopping on a classical station that couldn't have clashed more with the vehicle they were driving in. She certainly hadn't been prepared her friend - a trusted friend - pulled into a parking lot and pulled a bag out of the trunk and the preceded top pull her into a firing range of all places.
She put a small pistol into Jemma's hands and told her to shoot it. But all Jemma could do was to look back and forth between the gun and Zinda. Was she serious? She couldn't possibly be. "Just... just shoot it? I can't do that! Do you have any idea what this is?!" Well of course Zinda did. How could she not? She'd handed it to her! "This is a real gun. Not like the night night gun this can do real damage!"