[ roy shouldn't be amused. he shouldn't be grinning like a dork. but this is pretty freaking funny, even if he does feel a little bad for her. she was doing so well! ]

Oh yeah. As a heart attack.

[ shimmying himself back onto the ledge, roy tucks the gun away to sit up and get himself to his feet, arms stretching overhead as he twists side to side, working out the stiffness in his spine from the stake out up here. ]

Next time, don't lead with 'it's down to us'. But hey, if you wanna still do the shoot out, I'm happy to do the whole ten paces at noon shtick.