[Nita suddenly remembers she's holding a semi-conscious alien, and lets the unfortunate fellow fall to the floor with a thump, then dusts her hands together. Eww, incompetent gunman cooties.]

Uhhh...right. It's complicated. Maybe we should have this chat somewhere there's cover? I'm pretty tough, but even I don't want to stop a laser with my face.

[Unspoken but implied: Jason definitely doesn't want to.

Trusting him, or at least trusting the fact that his gun looks like it shoots much less worrisome bullets, Nita turns away, searching for a likely spot.]

What about that storefront?