The fact that the bullet just bounced off of him made her suddenly very afraid. She stood as well, looking at her ruined bathtub for a minute. She took a step toward him, intending to punch him in the face, but stepped on the remains of her wineglass instead. The crunching sound that accompanied the tendon in the bottom of her foot being severed was quite soft. She pitched forward into him, trying not to let the pain distract her from defending herself.