"Whoo," Molly was left mostly untouched by it, the dead working like a shield. The bit it did crumble actually saved her life, "Now this, this is the kind of shite I've been missing," she said dryly.
Was she doomed to have violence follow her everywhere? She didn't have time to think about it as the concussive blast bloke took another shot. Mol had one shot left in this gun before she'd have to knick another.
"Oy," she called out, "I'm givin' ya boyos one chance. Take it an' leave, or I can't speak to what'll happen to ye."