Who? Me? Oh, indeed. But it was barely even a scratch, because the shooter was incredibly short and aiming any higher than my knees would've been far more than his wee smooth brain could have handled. Honestly, my bruised knuckles hurt more than my leg does, but that's likely due to typing right now.
So you weren't seeing things. I believe the lovely police lady is sorting everything out, appropriately.
Wee people hate me. And I don't care.
Nice of you to pop in! I regret that I wasn't able to properly say hello, as I was preoccupied being ragey and slightly bleedy.