It was actually a suprise. It felt like she'd been hit in the side by a loader. She felt herself dropping, and mentally could only summon... Oh.

Then instinct kicked in. She looked down at her hand and saw the red blood, already it was disolving her clothing where it spread. She looked behind her and was glad it had only splattered a table and two chairs as well as the floor by the fine smoke rising as the acid worked. No people. Thank goodness.

Rose was on the floor infront of her, but she was looking about, confused. The Doctor was hunched over Rose, but already rising to his feet.

Ripley struggled to stand. It was akward, but she ignored the pain. Her group/family/hive were in danger and needed defending.

She grinned. It wasas if her face were frozen in that terrible grin, a showing of white teeth, and a hiss escaped.

She crouched and sprang, past the Doctor, past Blaise and Scott, one leaping bound, two, another hit, her leg crumpled, but not before she'd swiped the gun from Boone's hand and bore him down with her. Her clean hand wrapped around his throat, and her own blood dripping onto him.

(Up to players to decide if she splattered anyone on the way. No idea who else may have been hit)