Laurie moved automatically.
She hadn’t been an agent for very long, and Demon hunters weren’t normally trained for combat anyway, but she was a government agent; at least technically, and that meant that she had access to a number of firing ranges around the country. She moved quickly to the window while planning what to do.
Like all true combat plans Laurie’s went to pieces almost immediately, she had moved to the window too quickly and was blinded by the surge of light from the grounds.
She started firing anyway; spraying containment crystals into the centre of the light.
Laurie hadn’t bothered to bring any bullets for her gun; she had reasoned that being hit in the face by a piece of blue glass at the speed of a bullet would be sufficiently distracting.