The few patrons the bar had left seemed to clear out at that display and Jo sent a look of death to the bartender to stay the hell out of it. The last thing she needed was someone who had no idea what was going on trying to diffuse the situation. She turned back to Sam quickly, holding her hands up in an almost truce like move. The gun had changed everything. She could feel her heart pounding against her chest, screaming out in fear.
"Sam..." she swallowed hard, it wasn't an easy thing to rattle Jo, she'd stared down many a things and been fine, but this, this was beyond different. "Sam, give me the gun, you don't want to do this."