She still had her body pressed up against his, her tears dampening the lapel of his jacket when she heard the click of a safety being taken off a gun. Oh fucking hell. How many damn hitmen were at this party? She turned a little, eyes narrowed as she took in the features of their new problem. Out of his mind is what this idiot was. The police were three feet away. Any hitman worth his weight would have taken the shot and disappeared in the crowd but this clown was standing around with his gun hanging out. She sighed and smoothed Reborn's jacket, plucking her purse open and dabbing at her cheeks with a handkerchief, giving Reborn room and herself access to her vials one of which was palmed behind the cloth. "Really darling, your friends have the worst manners."