[Indeed, that is that. She takes one last sip of water and stands, leaving a few coins on the table as she heads toward the exit.

Before she can reach the door, however, two of the men she'd been watching come barreling into the bar, guns drawn. The other patrons scream, some of them dropping to the floor preemptively, but the girl--although caught off guard, at first--acts quickly and makes herself scarce by hiding behind one of the booths up front, near a window. Poised, she watches the men intently.

The men don't appear to be concerned with the people inside. Their attention and their guns are trained on the door, as if they expect trouble to bust through at any moment.]