That comes out a little sharply, perhaps more so than is wise. Puzzlement 
turns to anger and swells up too swiftly for her to completely control. That one 
word slips out, then she knuckles down, seizes her temper and holds it rigidly 
in check. As she does that, the steel muzzle of an assault rifle presses lightly against the left side of her back, just 
beneath the shoulder blade.