Karen had just enough time to register that Harley had said she was going to shoot her shoes before it happened. She didn't even have time to get upset about the fact that she was about to lose one of her favorite pairs. Just know that it was going to happen.
Harley flew one way, and Karen flew another.
When she was able to right herself and stand up again, Karen noted that Harley had been knocked out by a tree.
"Serves you right!" She told the unconscious girl. "Ruining somebody's good brand name clothes."
Karen pulled off one destroyed shoe and then the other and threw each of them at Harley, hoping she'd have some marks on her that she'd be able to tell came specifically from shoes. She couldn't even make herself care to look to see if Harley was still breathing.
After all that.
Karen had, in the only time in her entire life, given a crap about how Harley felt. But no more. Oh no. She was going back to the old ways, she was. Karen first and foremost. Karen above all others.
The rest of her clothes were bloodstained and blackened by the explosion. Some of it might have even been smoking, but she was too upset about the loss of the shoes to care. Her hair was a mess as well, but all she had to do was pull out the clip on extension and then it didn't look too bad. Her natural hair fell around her face and she ran her fingers through it.
Not as if nobody would know that she'd just been in an explosion though. They might wonder why none of her flesh was actually harmed.
"I hope you wake up with the biggest headache of your life." Karen kicked a foot and decided that she was going home. And having a very long bubble bath.