Following Sol with the aim of the guns for a short moment.
As he walked further away, lowing her the guns,
a short sigh of relief could be heard, seeing him leave.
Following Sol with her eyes for a moment then turned around to Sam.
Here is your gun.
She held the gun on the barrel in front of of Sam, the same way Anna got the gun handed to herself.
Putting her own weapon back in the holster.
I just had to get him away,
I'm not going to run away anymore, you got me.
It was just a matter of time I guess.
But you have to tell me what you are actually planning here to do with me.
Or whatever your plans are.
Looking over the floor to the mess of the stuff spread all over the place that fall from the Bag.
Shaking her head slowly in disappointment, looking up to Sam.
Not having a totally convincing look of what will be going to happen next.
