he who hesitates is toast

It's actually kind of a nice day, she thinks, as she lounges back on the hood of the car, keeping an eye on her four trussed-up antagonists. The newly-unjammed Colt sits loosely in her hand, just in case any of them get any stupid ideas, but they seem sufficiently unhappy enough to have been beaten by a woman the first time around.

She looks up at the sound of motorcycles and tenses -- only to relax as she recognizes that familiar red, white, and blue uniform and the figure on the bike beside him.

Sharon lifts her hand in a wave as they come near. "Hey, guys," she greets them. "Finished already?"