There is a likelihood that she will regret this later. A lot. Still Elsa carefully moves her head round the corner, gun primed and ready and pointed at Joss' back, finger curling round the trigger; suddenly an explosion of luminous paint. A direct hit. Now. Run. ((couldn't resist and isnt sorry))
Cursing loudly she whirls around to see the perpetrator and growls, "ELSA! Vous allez payer pour ce!"








