The only thing that kept Lois from kicking out against the man who picked her up, was the knowledge that she might inadvertently hit Lex. She screamed though, and dug her nails into his hands, not caring if they broke. "Let go of me! Put me the fuck down, you asshole!" He hauled her out of there, and suddenly, nothing was more important to her than getting back into the room that now had numerous guards between it and her.
What the Hell was going on? She'd suspected Lex was sick, but an on-site medical team? Lois was pissed. Pissed at Lex, pissed at the guards, and particularly pissed at being put in this position.
Had the guard known better, he might have taken better precautions, starting with not with not underestimating his captive. Lois slammed her head backward into the guard's nose, hearing a satisfying crack as the man began swearing and screaming. Her head ached, and the back of her scalp was damp, but it helped. The heel of her shoe jammed backward into the man's crotch, and that was when he dropped her. As well as dropping to the floor, himself.
"Fucker," Lois snarled, and crawling over the man, she punched him in the face. It hurt like a bitch, but it was worth seeing the unconscious guard beneath her. Feeling for his gun, she stuck it in the small of her back. Lois yanked off the man's belt and pulled his pants down to his ankles, in case he tried to get up. After quickly wrapping the belt around his wrists, Lois returned to the dining room, gun drawn and aimed at the guards in front of the door.
"I don't think we've officially been introduced," she said, out of breath. "I'll answer your questions, first: Yes, I know how to use it, and no, I am not afraid to. Why? That man in there practically made me the fucking First Lady. I don't know who you are, but in this house, that gives me carte blance to not get carried out of here like a Pomeranian." The muscles in her arm were tense, and she looked like shit - she felt worse. "Your friend is fired. Make it easy on yourself. Get out of my way."