It doesn't matter how unsteady her footing had been just now, or the fact that blood is steadily trickling down her face, hanging off her eyelashes - what matters is that her arm is steady. She knows how to handle her weapons, she knows how to aim, and she's bold enough to stand her ground.

"That's whatcha think, huh?" She says, stepping closer until the barrel of her gun is that much nearer to it's target. "I wonder which one that'll be."

But she doesn't fire, not even at point blank range. And it's because she knows he's done something. She doesn't know what it is, that it's a spear and it's aimed directly at her heart, but the movement of her dog's head when he notices something odd appear behind his master gives it away, which leads her to believe that she isn't the only one ready to take a life here. And despite that, she isn't afraid. After a moment's silence, she speaks again. "This fuckin' ends in one of two ways. Either we both die here today, or you call off whatever the fuck it is you've got aimed at me and we both walk away. An' since I don't quite feel like dyin' today, an' I certainly ain't willin' to die with you, we're gonna do the second one once you fuckin' drop it."

This isn't the first time she's faced death, and this isn't the first time she's threatened to take life away. And it wouldn't be the first time she's killed, far from it... but if she's being honest here, she would rather not kill Qilby, especially not if it she has to die to do it. It's why she still hasn't pulled the trigger.

But she's waiting. Her ego demands Qilby be the one to admit defeat first, and in spite of everything, she still has it in her to push it that much further.