"Shoot me." Karen growled. "Go ahead. Won't do you any good. I'll just heal it. And heal it. Shoot me in the heart. Shoot me in the head."
Oh yeah, this time she knew that it was going to hurt. But she knew that she would survive it. Heal it.
What she wanted to do was crush that gun entirely. But that was a feat of strength she wasn't sure of just yet, and she didn't want to look like a moron trying to do that and have it not work.
"Or. You could realize that what I was doing wasn't purposefully trying to hurt you, and we could go our own separate ways." Where were all the neat vampire tricks when you needed them? She was going to seek out that damned Lestat after this and force him to teach her things.
Her grip tightened on Harley's arm. Not enough to break anything, but enough to make a point.