She had to act quickly. The diversion Widowmaker had provided wasn't likely to last long. The pistol was exchanged for her own rifle, Miss Confire. She only had one shot to tale Tal down, otherwise she'd soon succumb to the influences peeling away at her mind's defenses, and she may become a far greater danger to the mission, to her teammates, even the hostages, than either Naltorian.

One shot. One bullet with an arrowed heart carved into the casing. Pulled from her dress, and dropped into the chamber as she readied Miss Confire and took aim. Straight through the heart...

Bang.

She felt she had a clear shot. Her mind was reeling so badly, she couldn't promise she landed it perfectly, but the closer it was to the center of Tal's chest, the better it would work. She'd resisted the urge to simply drop him with violence. Hopefully that "special bullet", had completely robbed his will to fight.

"Do you only have eyes for me, darling?"