"Shit," Ronnie curses. Being shot at for entering a damn warehouse wasn't on her to-do list for today. She has to assume that Anita is all right, since her friend didn't make a sound after the shot. Her own eyes stay where that movement had been in the windows, but the shot itself had come from elsewhere. A quick scan of the room reveals someone ducking out of view before she can click off the safety of her gun and aim effectively.

"Gunman. Stairs at 2 o'clock."

She hopes Anita has a plan of some sort, 'cause running out into that room looks like fucking suicide at this point.