The mass holding Roland down shudders. He shudders. It doesn't effect the aim of the gun he's pointed at her. That stays steady. As he holds it there he realizes he's freer, a little. Aiming at her means he has to look at her. Looking at her, somehow, makes things like that easier to notice. His gun was free enough to be drawn; his friends, ever so slightly, have begun to retreat. Another shudder runs through him, ripples through the ground.

"What are you doing?" His voice, like his look, is sharp again. His mind processes what she'd said before she shot. "What are you in this for? Just here to threaten me, waste bullets?"

Why else would she be shooting like that? Nothing around here save him, after all, to shoot.