Bo didn't care who the gun she'd liberated from the weapons locker belonged to. Her own (which...didn't actually belong to her either, but the junkie she'd taken it off back in Canada really had no use for it anymore) was stuck back at her place on Sphinx Street, and after spending the night in the security office keeping an eye on the walls and the dorms, she wasn't going back there to get it.

She'd be here by the gates of the school, firing at anything in grey that moved and didn't look familiar, until she ran out of ammo.