❝—I’ll… be okay.❞
The wind had been completely knocked out
of her. Being shot in her bullet proof vest sure
was different at age thirty four versus the last
time it happened. She’s breathless, and trying
her best to remain calm.
❝—I just… need help up off the floor.❞
“Yeah maybe you should take it easy for a while ’granny.’”
It’s all in good fun— but he’d best be careful because not only had he called her old. But he was in fact older by a few years. Then again, a straight on shot from a heavy recoiled firearm was something to lay on the floor about and comprehend. So simply he just helps the small woman up.
“And you’re sure you’re alright?”