Cirno flinches at the gunshot, then again at their scream. Hands over her mouth, Cirno’s eyes can't help but water from the shack of it.
Cirno can't tell how long she had just been standing there, but of course, the one holding the gun had to break the silence. With a little tink tink of the gun being tapped on the marble table no less. Cirno backs away slightly. Maybe, If she makes it look like she’s going in the back to award this lunatic with money she can hide in there for long enough to call the police.
The Sweater lets Cirno back away for a yard's length before one of the roof tiles above him shifts and falls from the weight of a Ninja!? Kicking the tile into the Sweater’s face.
What!? When was there a ninja, here?? Cirno knows better than to voice this concern though, she takes the opportunity, and runs into the backroom to collect her phone.