Composure came naturally to Adelaide, even in situations where shit was hitting the fan, but there was a little something extra going into things today. There was a demanding voice at the back of her head pushing her to get back to her spot, to keep on taking out enemies as they flowed through the blasted wall, and so she was not quite as patient, quite as clear-sighted as she normally would be.
Impatience pounds in her veins and she leans out around her cover to assess - one patrolman still standing, exchanging fire with someone crouched on the far side of an exhaust vent, and as that last Stormtrooper wannabe moves for cover Adelaide takes aim from her low vantage for the gap under his face shield. Leads his scrambling movement, like he's a rabbit in a field. She lets off her shot and she knows she's aimed true as soon as she does, but before she can see him fall the patrolman writhing on the ground to her left takes aim. There's hardly time to dive back and the bullet grazes her upper arm, burning like a branding iron and soaking her sleeve with blood, while her back thuds against cement and the injured man continues to fire.