Jennifer exited the bar after giving her statement and making sure that they didn't need her anymore. She was lucky that she hadn't had to be taken away in a stretcher, the way things had been going. There were only a couple of bumps and bruises.
She tucked her service piece back into the holster at the small of her back, both glad and upset that she hadn't been carrying the guns she'd been brought into the city with. They were not only bigger, but it might have been nice to be able to flash two guns at the crowd instead of one.
Crossing the street, Jennifer found the first place she could to sit down, which happened to be a bus bench. Right now, she didn't care.