And then everything turned black.
She felt herself pitch forward after a dull thump of something hitting the back of her head. Literally, a split second beforehand, her vision went dark as if someone had turned the lights off in a room at night and she couldn't move.
After the moment of falling there was another dull thumping sensation from her front, but everything felt cushioned by some kind of gel-like substance. She could still breath, but it felt like sucking air through a snorkel.
++ Defenses activated. Please remain calm. ++
"Duh, Dormouse? What is happening?"
++ Designated targets attempted to shoot you in the head. Further shots fired into the rear of your torso. ++
"I, I'm OK?" She felt OK. There was no pain anywhere that she could feel. Her voice sounded weird and muffled.
++ Condition confirmed. Zero penetration of shell. Restoring vision and movement."
She blinked as whatever was in front of her face changed to something akin to peeking through one of her dad's crystal whiskey glasses. She turned her head as she felt something pulling at her from the side. Pete had a hold of her arm and was dragging her behind the car he was hiding behind.