@vashtxt asked: " I swear I'm not dangerous! I'm pacifist! You can lower your gun— "
Violence here in town, while fairly commonplace like anywhere on NoMan's Land, was mostly for such petty reasons. Misunderstandings, disagreements, a stray comment that just rubbed one the wrong way could lead to guns drawn and bullets flying. Most of the time she could simply ignore it, but it was hard to drown it out when a stray bullet nearly grazed her head. Before she could even react, she found herself suddenly in the alleyway nearby where she once had been walking.
Even shoved wouldn't cover it. More like a person had fallen into her trying to avoid the firefight, causing her to stumble and nearly fall. It was a growing habit, unfortunately, her gun being drawn and pointed at him in fear. Here it was the easiest way to deter someone away when things were escalating. Mona complied with his request, although she still held it in front of her body just in case. Still shaken a bit, she hoped he couldn't see the slight tremble in her fingers. The pistol was hardly ever used. "O-Okay, I'm sorry. I heard shots and you were the first person I saw--! "