[ Andy has, in the meantime, given up trying to make her legs work and has instead taken up staring at her own lower limbs as if they've betrayed her, apparently in cahoots with the two people she's desperately in love with against her own will. It's decidedly unbecoming for a woman of her years to be this petulant about anything, but honestly, she must not give a fuck, because she's blatantly sulking when she slumps down onto the floor, laying there on her back and pointed her disgruntled expression up at the ceiling. ]

...It was a good shot.

[ She can admit that, even if she's still pissed at being the victim of said good shot. Easier than admitting anything else that needs admitting right now, anyway. ]

Fuck.

[ A muttered curse. She lifts one arm and drapes it over her eyes. It's hard to say if it's a half-hearted insult or a begrudging compliment when she goes on: ]

You're a couple of fucking stubborn bastards, you know that? [ A huffing exhale. ] What the hell am I supposed to do with you.