"It's not my favorite thing," Barbara admitted, especially after Harley got her hands on a gun. Shooting - well it just hit a little bit too close to memories she'd rather not think of here or anywhere else. Especially around Harley Quinn, so maybe she was afraid of a little shooting.
Her eyes went wide when Harley did actually shoot someone, but you know - he'd shot at them and she couldn't really blame her for that. "I don't think anyone is going to be very helpful now." She pointed out.
At least shooting the guy had managed to stop most of the gunfire for the moment, so that was something too - Barbara really didn't want to get shot, Dick would give her hell for that. She could just imagine having to explain this, that she'd gone through the door without him, that she'd gone with Harley Quinn, that she got shot in the Wild West after living through some crazy dinosaur world.
Better not to get shot and not have to explain any of it she decided.
"How about a quick look and then we'll head back." They had come all this way, they should get something out of this, shouldn't they? Something other than shot at.