She blinked calmly at the gun, watching him with careful eyes, which seemed to have returned to their natural brown. She lowered her hand, fingers curling trying to gauge whether or not she could hit him with a blast before he could pull the trigger. Probably not a good idea. Even if she did, the shock might make his muscles spasm and if that trigger finger slipped she was done.

Her head twisted to follow him, making a face. "I'd rather not. So what's the deal then? Why the drugging, and the gun and what have you?"