Re: Upper West Side: West 81st.
[Something rises in her throat, disbelief mingled with nausea as the struggle crashes into the hold and the man - relatively speaking - falls and Selina falls with him, an efficiently fluid thing and then the man (we're still relative here) is on the floor, dead.
Dead is still something Pepper cares about. Dead is solidly real and it doesn't matter if he was going to do something horrible because he could and it doesn't matter that he's not from here. It's death far closer than she likes it. She stares, eyes widening until her mouth trembles and then sets.
Dead is a luxury right now. Her fingers fumble the weapons, the gun feels familiar in a far-away, forgotten-high-school French kind of way confronted with Brittany, and the lance is just awkward, but anything's better than nothing. That doesn't stop the ripple of low moans that emanate from the girls closest the body.]
Are you planning on bringing them in here? [But she's pushing back, to the door and the little bit of light, sight is better here, closer] Or going out there? [And right now there's concern; one woman who can do backflips is still one woman and if she had firepower, Pepper thinks she'd have already shown it]