Suddenly a thin, wavering voice shouts behind them. "St..st. Stop! Or...or I'll shoot".
The elegantly dressed lady from the markets stands in rich, luxurious fabrics and jewels, dressed for the ball, a small pistol in her hands as she points it toward the motley trio.
Her hands tremble violently and the gun shakes so badly..it flips up with her fumbling and let's a bullet fly madly across the room. Her eyes bulge in fear and dart quickly from face to face..Her lips tremble as she searches for words, steadying the pistol at Veera.
It is almost comical how much the pistol is shaking.
'I..I have..been looking for you..don't force me to shoot..because..because I will, you know..I can and I will" She eyes the pistol bouncing around and looks to the woman...jabbing the gun toward her..."I'm..Im warning you.. "