Sam looks over the gun. It's different from what he's used to, looks kind of weird and... sci-fi. But he'll take what he can get, and as long as it does what it's supposed to when he aims and fires, then he has no problems. He can't afford to be picky right now.

"As I'll ever be," he murmurs, giving her a resolute nod. Sam's not backing down now that he's committed to this. He readies the gun, keeping a firm grip on it as the screaming-- she's still screaming-- draws nearer. Looks like their time is up. Not knowing how far the range is on this gun, he's planning on waiting until she gets within a reasonable distance before he fires.