Recognizing the sound of a small caliber weapon in a racket of rifle fire is simple enough that the pop pop sound doesn't give him but a momentary 'shit shit shit' pause before two and two click into place. With her at his flank (he'll have to remember that one for later), it's easy to get off a few shots (that one too) without worrying about earning a bullet in his head in the mean time.

All things considered, it should probably be harder to clear the street just between the two of them but hey, no one ever said there was much of a skills assessment before enlisting in the whole mercenary army thing Lazarevic had running for him. After all, he's got Harry Flynn working for him.

With the street quiet - for however long it lasts - Nate radios back as he gets to his feet. He lifts a hand, a paltry sort of wave toward her position on the balcony. "Nice timing."