Nika whipped around the corner and skidded to a stop. Date shoes were not the best for ceasing forward momentum on a dime. She backed up to the wall of the building and took a breath.

She couldn't go too far. She wasn't sure where Felicity was in all this mess. So, back toward the coffee shop at some point.

The Symkarian adjusted her grip on her small pistol. She went back around the corner to face her pursuer. Except she was crouched low to the ground.

She didn't care if anyone could see up her skirt as she did it. She cared more about having her center of mass low enough to not get shot and to have a chance of blowing this wacko's knees away.