Caught on Fear [Heather, Gordon]

[Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow]

It had to happen. Dr. Crane was running low on supplies and this time he didn’t have anyone to buy them from. Instead of his usual stops, this time he was going to rob a conveniently located store. A small Pharmaceutics company was just down the street from where Miss Glass and he had been staying. They were still adjusting to their new lives but it was a lot better than sleeping in the sewers. He had brought her with him tonight as he did many nights. It wasn’t that he needed her assistance to do anything or that she was incredibly helpful to him but she had come in handy before. Most of the time he considered her a liability on most endeavors but tonight this would be an easy job.

They came to the front of the Pharmacy and stared at the large window. He wasn’t going to enter this way it would trip the alarm immediately. He went around to the back with Miss Glass following behind. He had her helping in her own way. She brought the tools he would need to do what he wanted to do here. They went around the back of the alley until they came to a back door. The light above the door wasn’t lit, it had probably burnt out. It would make it more difficult for him to see but it worked in their favor to not be seen by others.

“Hand me the clear metal syringe.” He asked and held out his hand. The doctor waited for her to hand it to him and he went to work in destroying the lock. Carefully he stuck the needle inside the hole and pushed it in. He waited while the acid burnt and melted the tumblers inside. Dr. Crane was quick to begin jiggling the handle until it snapped and he was allowed inside. He crept in carefully with her and made sure she followed closely behind. Making too much noise would have set off the sensory alarm.

Dr. Crane went to the other side of the counter and began getting vital liquids and pills he needed to break apart certain things. There was a cupboard that was locked. He examined it and carefully moved the lock up and down to try and see if he could force it off. With no real luck he extended his hand to ask for another syringe from over the counter. As she handed it to him it slipped from his fingers. The doctor quickly turned and tried to catch it the metal clanged against the table. To save the syringe from hitting the floor he lunged over it to catch it.

The lights went off in the corner and the alarm sounded. The doctor wasn’t nearly ready yet, he hadn’t gotten what he’d came here for. He popped back up quickly and grabbed a hammer from the set Miss Glass was carrying. He slammed it against the cupboard lock and got it open. He scooped it all up and got it all in the bag. They were on a time limit now.

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"10-90 in progress at O'Neill's Pharmaceuticals, any cars in the area please check it out." A member of the GCPD dispatch caught the alarm. Alerting the officers in the area of what was going on. Two squads were on duty around that immediate area. Car #67 and car #61. "10-76 Dispatch." Car #61 responded, turning on their sirens, making their way to the crime scene. Car #67 also started making their way to the Pharmacy that was under siege of a late night robbery. The first officers that were on the scene were those of car #61. Officer Jane Thomson and Officer Travis Moore. "Dispatch 10-97, I repeat 10-97. Proceeding with caution." The two officers waited for their backup before they entered the building. Car #67 arrived quickly, Officer John Proctor and Officer Donovan O'Reilly met up with the officers from car #61. 

"We'll take the back entrance, you guys get the front?" Proctor asked. He was met with nods. the four officers that arrived to the scene of the alarm/crime in progress took position at the two entrances of the building. The front entrance and the back exit. The officers at the front entered first, side arms and flash lights in hand, looking for the those who broke in. The officers at the back exit then entered. Their side arms and flash lights also drawn. If they were lucky they'd be able to cut the robbers off guard. 

"This is the police! Come out where I can see you. I will not ask again." Officer Moore demanded, rounding a corner looking for the offenders. Officer Thomson stayed behind at the entrance just to block those inside from exiting. 

Officer O'Reilly stayed behind at the back entrance as well. "Signs of forced entry. One suspect possibly two, proceed with caution." 

[Heather Glass - VerMillion]

There's a few basic rules when it comes to burglarizing a place with Jon. The most important is to follow his lead - don't touch anything he doesn't touch first, be careful where you step if he is, follow all instructions, and keep quiet. It's possible on some burglaries that being quiet is not necessary, but Jon always is and it's best to assume that you need to be. So Heather is quiet as she follows Jon - this isn't one of their walks, it's serious business.

Even in the relative darkness she's quick to select the right syringe and hand it to Jon - she takes her duty of carrying his tools quite seriously, and handing over the exact one he asks for (being sure to not hand it over needle first - you only make that mistake once) is very important. While he unlocks the door, she observes. Not just him, but the details of the building that she can see and their other surroundings - Jon has a tendency to spot anything of note first, but she tries to not be unaware of what's going on around her.

Once inside, she continues to observe everything she can - though that mostly means keeping out of Jon's way while he gets what he wants. She has no idea what his selection criteria is for this particular raid. Though she's quick enough to bring him the syringe again when he asks for it. And then it happens. "Sorry!" she says immediately, though she's not so sure that it was her fault - she thought that he fumbled the syringe after she successfully handed it off, but maybe she let go too early or something... No point in dwelling upon it now, however - the alarms are going off. The sound of which is so jarring that she's frozen in place for a moment, not minding when Jon simply grabs the hammer out of her stash of tools.

When she does manage to get herself moving again, her first instinct is to warily look out the front window - she knows that the sound of an alarm is like a countdown timer. The longer they're in here after it begins, the more likely that trouble will arrive before they leave. Exactly how long neither of them knows for sure - it depends on how close they happen to be. Minutes, most likely.

Far more concerned by that than what Jon's doing at the moment, she might even possibly beat Jon to noticing that the, "Cops are here." Though as she peers at the car as best she can by peeking over the counter and through the front window she doesn't see them leaving the squad car that pulled up immediately - odd... Though it seems like no time at all before the car is joined by another. "Two cops are here..." she announces, meaning two cars, and this development causes her to retreat from the counter entirely and go position herself so that Jon is between her and the way into the room - a common tactic for whenever she's feeling scared. Jon protects her from any and all scary things, after all.

She's not too nervous, though - yes, his main tactic with the police is to avoid them, but there's only two cars and he's a Rogue, so she suspects he can take them. And even if not, her main worry is that they'll end up in the asylum again - and she definitely doesn't want to go back there! Enough to actually fight them? We'll see... She knows that as long as they each get out of here in one piece, no matter where they put him and no matter where they put her, he'll see to it that they're reunited again. But she definitely doesn't want to be separated from him for any amount of time again!

[Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow]

Dr. Crane was focused on picking up what he needed and leaving what he didn’t, though in a rush he was only reading suffixes. Luckily he had been in medicine long enough to know what all of those suffixes meant and which drug family they would belong to because of it. Miss Glass began to speak to him and he cursed inwardly. The police had to be right around the corner for them to get here this quickly. This was quicker than normal for this side of town.

The doctor jumped the counter and went passed her to grab a few more bottles from another shelf and some tape and bandages. On his way passed he grabbed he by the arm and took her from the window. That was probably the first place they were going to look. He took her back with him and let her stand in the middle aisle between shelfs. He went away from her for a moment and came to the back door. Carefully he put his hand on the knob but he didn’t turn it. He was waiting to feel force behind it. Slowly, he leaned his ear to the door and tried to listen hard. The door was blocking most of the noise but with how long they’d been outside he knew this wasn’t a good door to leave through. The front wasn’t going to do them any good, not together anyway.

He stepped back to Miss Glass. He needed a moment. He needed a few moments to think. His eyes were scattered from her and were all over the room, looking for a way out. A plan was forming in his mind but he needed a little bit more time to think it all out. It was time that he didn’t have so he would roll with it as it came. He had a beginning and he had an end to his plan, everything else could be determined as it happened. His eyes caught site of a ventilation shaft above them. He jumped up and caught the grading, with a bit of a struggle he was able to strip the screws and pull it off.

He put down the grate gentle and got down on one knee. The doctor laced his hands together and looked up and Miss Glass, offering her a boost into the vent. She would never be able to reach it without his assistance in getting into it. Miss Glass had been particularly aware of her figure from what he had studied. She was thin enough to fit into the vent and move around with as much comfort as one would find possible in a hot ventilation unit. “ I’m going to give you a silver canister that works like a Grenade, you’ve seen me work on them before. Do you remember how they open? I need you to drop it in the room at the right time. I don’t know when that’s going to be, but you will.” he instructed her calmly and directly. “It will be alright.” He assured her once more before he gave her the boost she needed to get into the vent and catch the edge at the top.

Even if he was captured at this point they would have a hard time getting to her and she could probably find her way out. She was light enough to where she wouldn’t bring it off its track as long as she didn’t bounce around in it. Dr. Crane reached into the back of his slacks and pulled out his mask that had been hooked to the back of it. He clicked on the masker and the fans before he put it over his head and stepped toward the front of the pharmacy. He came in sight of the window and waited for them to come.

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Officer Moore continued searching the premises for those who might still be inside the pharmacy. His weapon was drawn along with his flashlight. He neared the front window of the pharmacy, that is when he saw a rather skinny looking man. He was wearing a mask. A all too familiar mask. The scarecrow? It couldn't actually be the scarecrow could it? Officer Moore approached this man with caution. "Get on the ground NOW!" The officer yelled at the very top of his lungs. Officer Proctor came running with his service weapon drawn as well. He saw the Scarecrow being stared down by Officer Moore. Officer Proctor was a bit surprised to see that it could actually be the Scarecrow of all people. How did they get so lucky? To get stuck with someone robbing a normal convenience store? It wasn't a common thug that was looking for some extra cash or a random junkie looking to score. It was one of the most infamous criminals in Gotham.

Officer Moore was a clean officer in all meanings of the word. Officer Proctor however, wasn't exactly the 'by the book' police officer. This much was apparent when he approached the Scarecrow without muttering a word and cracked him upside the head with his service pistol. It wasn't hard enough to kill him. Hard enough to send him to the ground though. "You son of a bitch!" The blow did send him to the ground. "Why are you here? What are you planning?" He would kick him while asking rather violently why the  Scarecrow was present at this very pharmacy. "Is anyone else with you?" He went to strike him again before Officer Moore cleared his throat rather loudly. 

"Officer Proctor. We are here to enforce the law. We are not here to be the judge." Officer Moore then approached the Scarecrow and yanked his mask off, forcing his hands behind his back and began to put handcuffs on him. 

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have a right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you." Officer Moore began reading off the rights to the villain known as 'The Scarecrow' 

Officer Proctor grabbed his radio. "Dispatch we've got a big fish down here at Kirby's pharmacy. Requesting assistance, over." 

"10-4 Officer Proctor. More units are on their way."

[Heather Glass - VerMillion]

At this point Heather is grateful for any direction on what to do - because she honestly doesn't know. Jon's the expert on these things, not her. So she hardly complains when he simply moves her without a word, knowing only that he'll do his best to keep her safe. And that's not because she believes his in his feelings for her, so much as that's what he's always done. Well, except that one could argue that he was the one who put her in a dangerous situation in the first place, but that seems to be an unavoidable side effect of being around him. And she doesn't want to not be around him. Of course, she knows that others think that she shouldn't be around him at all, but she honestly doesn't care very much about what they think.

Watching him in silence as he checks the door that they came in and how his eyes flicker around the room, she gathers that they're not going out that way and he's having to improvise. But she's seen him doing such things before so she simply waits. She trusts that Jon will figure out the best thing to do. When he opens up the ventilation shaft, she can't help but nervously notice that it's just big enough for her. He doesn't really expect her to... when he shifts to obviously offer her a boost it's clear that he does. Well, okay, she supposes she can manage that if she has to. In fact, the more she thinks about it the more she realizes that anyone would have a hard time getting to her up there - few people are as small and thin as she is.

"Yeah," she answers his question, the nervousness obvious in her voice, but she takes the canister and a deep breath before allowing him to help her get up there. The vent proves to be painfully claustrophobic, though not quite as bad as she'd feared. She has some room to move, and while it sways alarmingly when she moves it's not enough for her to be so afraid that it might fall and it probably feels way worse to her than it actually is. She's in what she feels is probably a good position by the time that the officers come in, near the center of the room.

From one of the vents she can plainly see what happens when they come inside. She manages to muffle the gasp of shock when of of the cops hits Jon in the head. While she knows what kind of a person Jon is and she wouldn't fault anyone for defending themselves against him, he hadn't actually done anything to them yet - well, there goes all the sympathy she might have otherwise had for the officers. That the other officer doesn't seem to be quite as brutal doesn't redeem the pair in her eyes.

In fact, even if she did have any sympathy for them it wouldn't have stopped her from dropping the canister - it only means that she won't have to question herself later about whether or not she should have done that. The only thing that delays her in dropping the canister right next to them is her attempt to not let the grate over the vent fall to the floor until reasonably close to when she's dropping it, and to time the drop so that it'll go off almost exactly the moment that it hits the floor. Which is a pity since it would have been better to get them before they called in more backup, but she's happy enough just to have the satisfaction of being able to play her part.

[Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow]

They say that if you give up “peacefully” the police are more likely to go easier on you when they put you in cuffs. This is supposed to be equal across the board no matter what you’ve done. Unfortunately, as little as criminals were created equal it was the same for officers. The Scarecrow had met his fair share of both kinds but the amount that would go easy on him was at a steady decline. It was for the best, it meant they were actually learning something from him. Now if only they would listen and accept the truth that what they were doing was meaningless then they would really be learning. Until then their profession was just a waste of time and an inconvenience to his research.

Even with his hands in sight the first officer to approach him hit him hard from behind. The Scarecrow’s knees hit the ground hard and his vision blurred through the lenses of his mask. He’d been struck. He groaned and grit his teeth. It took a moment for speech and hearing to come back to him after the blow. He was met with the officer that assaulted him yelling in his ear about what he had done and what was he doing. Wasn’t it obvious?

Before he could respond to the poor excuse for an upholder of lies another one approached him. The security of the mask left him the moment he came up. He cursed inwardly. That was going to be a minor incovnience when Miss Glass decided to drop the canister. He was going to have to think quickly. He had time as the man began to cuff him and read out to him his rights. “I don’t think there will be any need for that.” He stated plainly as he was held by the back of his cuffs. They were placed tightly around his wrists, pinching the skin, but the police should have known better by now. A set of one cuffs was not enough to hold him. Dr. Crane was a thin man and could easily get his wrists out of them. He knew it wouldn’t be long to the car before they slapped another set on him above his wrist bone as well. That would have been slightly more difficult to get out of, but not impossible.

It was their patience….Their fear that was going to paralyze them in this situation. It was going to make failures of all of them. But in their failure they would get to see the truth. In a way, they had made it easier on themselves. He watched the canister fall to the ground and he began to work quickly. He struggled now against the officer’s grip and twisted his first hand with almost too much ease out of the cuff. The toxin began spilling into the air and he took his last breath before he tried to turn around and wrestle with the doomed man. He slapped his wrist back hard to try and strike him with the loose cuff while going for his mask at the same time.

The toxin was going to work quickly and his only protection was the mask. He attempted to take the mask from him and secure it over his head. He was on a time crunch now. Even with officers falling prey to his toxin around him he knew that more were coming. The toxin would have dispersed into the air and become too weak to catch all of the ones that would be further outside. He was out of canisters, but he still had syringes. The beauty fell around him as his creation stepped forth and filled the air with screams of agony and terror. He could have lived in the moment forever if it wasn’t for the annoying interruption of more coming. “Miss Glass, come down.” The distortion from the mask cracked as he came under the vent and looked up. It would have been quite a drop for her. He upturned his hands to let her know that he would catch her.

It was good that she had developed a strange immunity to his toxin. It was one that he still had yet to fully understand but his purpose he had made clear to himself for it. It wasn’t an accident, it was all meaningful. She was walking proof of all his theories and there was no experiment more precious at the moment. She was the key to everything moving his research forward.

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The fear gas spread very quickly. One would think that the GCPD would be prepared for this. That would be half true, the officers on the way were very ready to face someone like Crane. Someone like the scarecrow. The GCPD wasted no time in sending the Swat team straight away. However they would be establishing a perimeter before they actually stormed the pharmacy. As for Officer Proctor and Officer Moore, both started seeing stuff they didn't want to see. Their weapons were already drawn as they immediately started focusing on each other. While officer Proctor had more demons and doubts than officer Moore, they still saw some horrible things. Things that turned them into a frenzy. They saw each other and decided to clash. Officer Moore fired twice at Proctor, Proctor's vest took most of the damage but he was still wounded. This angered Proctor, the police officer wasn't in the right mind. Where Moore stood he saw a monster. A creature that wanted to hurt him, a creature that did hurt him.

Officer Proctor charged Officer Moore, tackling him to the ground. Dropping his weapon he put both hands on Officer Moore and started smashing his head to the white floor of the pharmacy. He was a monster. He was killing the monster, he was saving himself. It was him or the monster. He wasn't thinking properly. Right now he wasn't hurting a fellow officer, but something that wanted to hurt him. In Officer Proctor's mind, he was doing the right thing. He slammed harder, and harder. Eventually he would seem to think that the monster he was fighting, was vanquished. He defeated the creature after him. Though he was still haunted. He saw things that no man should ever see. This turned Officer Proctor to pick up his dropped sidearm. He brought it up to his head and pulled the trigger.

The gunshots brought Officers Thomson and O'Reilly running. "What the hell is going on?" They shouted, running towards the disturbance with their weapons drawn. They were affected by the toxin as well. Just not as bad. They felt uneasy, seeing shadows in the store that just were not there. Once they made it to where Scarecrow was they saw the dead bodies of Officers Moore and Proctor. They did not waste any time in firing their weapon at Scarecrow. 

While outside of the pharmacy, GCPD back up was just starting to arrive. Several officers from several squads started setting up a perimeter outside of the Pharmacy. Two swat teams also arrived. Several GCPD sharpshooters setting up on buildings across from the pharmacy. The captain in charge of the situation, Captain Percy stood behind a blockade being set up. "Do not go in until I give the word. We have reports of shots fired, I repeat we have reports of shots fired."

[Heather Glass - VerMillion]

Though she had seen Jon's mask taken from him, Heather knows Jon well enough to expect him to be able to retrieve it before the gas can reach him. She believes that more firmly than she really believes that she'll be fine to breathe the gas herself - yes, she knows that either way she'll be fine because VerMillion will take over, but to say that breathing the gas has been a bad, bad experience for her each and every time in spite of that would be putting it mildly. Fear toxin is just not something you can get used to - or at least, she can't. If anything it's been worse. So she misses seeing the moment of Jon freeing himself and retrieving the mask in time, as the gas spreads in all directions and reaches the vent she's in.

The sight causes her a moment of panic, and she can't help but try to back away, but though she's quite small the vent is as well and she doesn't get more than a foot or two before the gas reaches her. But when it does... nothing. It takes her a few gasping breaths of fright before she believes it - but she's most certainly not experiencing anything much worse than a bit of claustrophobia, and that's been a problem since she got into the vent in the first place. Realizing that she's fine, she pulls herself back to the opening of the vent, where she sees exactly what she expected - the officers succumbing to the toxin while Jon's standing there with his mask in place, just fine.

When he calls for her, she needs no more coaxing. A long time ago, he attempted to teach her not to trust him. That didn't work. VerMillion does not need to be involved in order for her to unhesitatingly let herself fall out of the vent and into his arms, regardless of the height and the hardness of the floor - the only difference is that VerMillion probably would have done it head first, since it takes her a moment to get her legs out first with such little room to work with.

The moment that she's on the ground, she scrambles to hide herself between the nearest row of merchandise. The hallucinating officers don't disturb her in the least, just so long as don't point their guns in her direction - she's seen too many people reacting in too many ways to the toxin to be bothered by that anymore as long as she doesn't end up in harm's way, though it can still grate on the nerves when there's screaming for too long. Instead these officers seem determined to finish each other off - which serves them right after being so harsh with Jon. No, she's attempting to take cover - while she suspects that the GCPD still see her as being at best a victim of Jon's, at worst as being fairly harmless, and either way not someone to just shoot at, she knows that's not the case for Jon and it doesn't mean that she's immune to getting shot by accident. So it's definitely wise of her to take measures to make it easier for them to avoid shooting her.

Still, she refuses to go too far from Jon's side. Yes, there might be safer places in the pharmacy, but she's not going to take advantage of them unless Jon tells her to - he's her way out of this situation, at least as far as she's concerned. And the fact that she trusts Jon to be able to pull it off is only the most important reason - the other is that if he fails (and she doesn't get herself killed) she'll probably end up in Arkham again. And she is not going to Arkham again.

[Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow]

There was a factor of time that had come into the balance. Suddenly, a spray of gunshots began not only inside but outside as well. There wasn't going to be any room to escape a traditional way and soon they would send officers in that got paid to hide their fear better than the others. Paper was a strong motivator to some, worthless to him.

Some would say that the desire to do what is right or what is good is a powerful motivator but the doctor would disagree here as well. It was ridiculous to think that there was an actual line between those things. It always depended upon the variable or the observer. The actions of another would be determined upon one thing and one thing alone and that was fear. Escape was the motivator for Miss Glass and himself. All he wanted was the medicine he had come in for and the ability to leave. It didn't have to escalate to this problem, something he'd speak with Miss Glass about later. Right now and even then It wouldn't matter, what was done was done. There would only be room for improvement the next time they went out to do this.

She should have immediately been considered a liability. In his mind she still had full capability of doing that, as was shown tonight. But lately He had been taking her everywhere. For as many times as she messed up She also came in handy. Miss Glass was useful and in this case she would become useful again.

Dr. Crane didn't let her take more than a few steps before he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off the floor with one arm. She wasn't heavy in the slightest but He wanted her to act much more in distress than she'd normally be after being picked up by him. He removed his gun from his back pocket and put it to her head. He kept Miss Glass high on his chest and her face close to his. "Don't make this easy for me." He signaled to her to move a lot more than she currently was. The more she was moving the less likely the police would take a risky shot at him.

This was why He kept her high on his chest but moving wildly. He was quite a bit taller than her so He couldn't let her feet touch the ground at all. " Make a path." The doctor spoke through the distortion toward the police that He was approaching now through the front. The toxin hadn't and probably wouldn't reach them with how open the space was.

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It now appeared that the GCPD had a hostage situation on their hands, Crane was now holding the woman he was with at gunpoint. While a lot of the police officers didn't think he'd have the gall to actually do it. It was their job to protect people like the woman that he manipulated into being an accessory. "Okay, Crane you made your point. This place is surrounded, let me remind you of that fact. Even if you manage to get out of the building. But tell us, what are your demands?" A police sergeant spoke to Crane, the gunshots stopped flying. It was now time to negotiate, and probably time for a bit of damage control. Crane was a very irrational man, he was mad, insane. He wasn't someone to be trifled with. He had to be handled extremely cautiously. The police knew this, and even if they knew he probably wouldn't kill who he was with, they honestly didn't want to test it. Now they would have to follow their training and do their very best for him to release Heather. If it came down to it, most GCPD members thought that Crane would sacrifice Heather. A necessity for his survival, even if he was caught would yield him just about 12 months in Arkham asylum. 


Most officers of the law thought that wasn't enough, well of course it wasn't enough for someone like Crane. There were a lot of people that thought a man like that deserved death. That is not how the law worked, it isn't how the GCPD worked. Especially under someone like Commissioner James Worthington Gordon. The GCPD would strive to do the right thing. Even if the right thing was shrouded by many wrong things, such as in this case. Several men with guns have the chance to end the life of someone as miserable as Crane. If someone like Heather gets caught in the crossfire? So what? Does it REALLY matter all that much in the end? Maybe they'll go to prison themselves, but at least Crane is gone. He can't hurt anyone anymore. 


That is not the job of a police officer. Even if every police officer at the pharmacy wanted to end the life of Crane, they couldn't. Because policemen were held to a higher standard. That's just how things were, that's the standard that the commissioner was pushing. Even the corrupt cops wouldn't pull the trigger because they didn't really care either way. In the end, it was the honest cop that would save the day.


"You wanna leave, is that it? Is that what we're going to bargain for? "

[Heather Glass - VerMillion]

Heather can't help but exclaim in surprise when Jon grabs her, but only because she's surprised - not so much because she's actually afraid of being grabbed by him. Does he not want her to take cover? It isn't really until he's got his gun pointed at her head that she understands what he's doing. But even with the gun pointed at her head she's not afraid of him - she's much more certain that he wouldn't ever shoot her than she is that the police officers won't shoot her.

But just because she's not really afraid to be held this way doesn't mean that she likes it. There's quite a bit of method acting behind the way she squirms in his grasp as she says, "Hey, let me go! Let me go!" Yet the way her limbs flail is more effective at making it impossible for anyone to get a clear shot at Jon (in spite of the fact that she's very much on the small side to be a human shield for a man his size) than it is at actually get away from him. Which is kind of the point, actually.

And in spite of the fact that she'd be one of the first to admit that her acting ability isn't that great, she has a lot of motivation at the moment to seem as victim-like as possible. Not only does she want to protect Jon, she also has herself to consider. Bullets flying in her direction are inherently dangerous, even if an expert is specifically trying not to hit her, but she'd prefer if nobody even tries. And the thought of bullets flying around her is enough to bring the proper look of fear on her face - it's just that she's afraid of the police, not Jon, instead of the other way around.