While the chaplain efficiently dispatched the thug, Adelaide kept her eye on the far end of the alley where the remaining thugs lurked. Her gun was drawn, with good technical form, and she appeared familiar with a firearm at least, if not so much the wild chaos of the situation.
The other men didn't come knocking, and when Bishop returned to her side she cut her eyes to him and lifted her brows. "Yeah, I realize that," she returned. "Which is why I came this way instead of that way."
She had no idea, really, if heading toward the person shooting at her enemy was any kind of sound plan - her brother's kinds of people always seemed to have an automatic consensus on what was a good plan of action and what wasn't, as if they were written somewhere for all to read, but she'd been going on plain instinct.
It hadn't worked out so badly so far.
She cut her eyes toward the door to the barber shop. "Do we know that guy?" she asked, but then she cut herself off when another explosion ripped through the air. She wasn't jumpy, but Adelaide lifted her arm to protect her face against the rain of fine debris that made it as far at the mouth of the alley.
And then Teagan barreled past the opening, and ducked into the barber shop door, where the majority of the thugs had already disappeared. "Damn," Adelaide cursed. Clearly, they knew that one, and immediately Adelaide lifted her gun and looked toward Bishop for a plan. She wasn't foolish enough to think she knew what to do, here.
"I'm a liability up close, but I'm a good shot," she says shortly. "What do you want me to do?"