It seemed like a good night for a leisurely stroll. Except her intentions on said stroll weren't quite so leisurely. Ever since the world had nearly ended, she'd been itching to get out and do more. There were no more people to rescue, no more openings for volunteers to clean up rubble. They had construction and debris crews for that now.
Since the pretty girl did indeed have a brain, she figured patrolling to keep an eye out for looters wouldn't be such a bad idea. Not exactly the perfect use of her particular skill set, but it wiped the boredom away. As she walked past an alley intent on checking door locks and alarm systems on the street, she heard voices behind her. Apparently someone had been hiding in the alley. A couple of someones, and they didn't sound friendly. A sly grin spread across her face as she slid one hand under her trench coat, down her leg to her thigh holster, readying the Desert Eagle held inside it.