Well, she did have a gun in the shoulder bag she carried, but it wasn't loaded, and she didn't really know what to do with it other than to hold it and hope no one called her bluff. Nor was it in a place she could pull it out easily.

She was sketching a boy who looked quite similar to herself, the same black hair and glasses, though his eyes were different to hers. After she finished, she simply stared down at the drawing for a few moments, fighting tears. Unbidden, they were filling her eyes, dripping down her face and splattering onto the paper.

She fought them hard, even popping her glasses onto the top of her head to stubbornly wipe at her eyes. "Come on...I knew I was going to die...being here isn't so different..."