[Suzerain of Sheol]

Even if she was interested in trying to interpret his clumsy sign language, this really isn't the time for it, considering the badass with the hand-cannon reaching the top of the steps even now. He obviously has some kind of military training, and knowing her luck, probably significant body armor under that trenchcoat.

He wastes no time rounding the corner and immediately blasting off a shot in her direction at nearly point-blank, and faster than she was anticipating. Just as he pulls the trigger, Tsae lunges into a backflip and blinks across the room, masking herself in invisibility for a precious second to dart for cover as a phantasm in a frilly dress rushes toward the gunner with a ghostly sword. And is promptly obliterated by a second shot.

A stray pellet grazes Tsae's shin, tearing a bloody furrow through her stocking and eliciting a pained squeak from her where she hides.

You've only had a good ten seconds at this point, don't knife him or anything while I'm drawing his fire. Idiot.

...this really hurts.