With one last glance over her shoulder, Jennifer passing through the door and waving the gun around like a flag. It's all for show, to get the owner and daughter riled up. The only time she's actually had to shoot the gun during a job was because someone had surprised her and she hadn't left the safety on.

"Put 'em up, bitches!" Jennifer's tone is cool, but the command is barely needed, because the owner is already shakily holding his hands up while the daughter struggles not to scream. "And I know you don't have any sort of emergency buttons, so don't try that bullshit."

While the elderly man panics, the daughter is now defiantly trying to make her way past the counter to the door they came in through. "Oh my god. Sweetie, I do not have time for this. Heine, can you deal with that?"