[She comes out of the shooting zone, blinking as she glances surreptitiously around for where his voice may be coming from. She can't pinpoint it directly yet, but she's not showing any clue that she can't or that she may be bothered that she can't. Her gun lowers a bit, but she's still on guard, but she allows herself a moment to wipe sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief she pulls from her duster's pocket.]
I didn't miss nothin'.
[She said with the confidence of a person that didn't see what she missed.]
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I didn't miss nothin'.
[She said with the confidence of a person that didn't see what she missed.]