Hurt or not, Vicki's instincts were honed. She'd been shocked, concussed, through her mother's death, funeral, and then her mother dying again. Needless to say, her body hadn't been the quickest to respond at first. But now there were people touching her and the left over adrenaline kicked back in even if the fight was long over. The last thing Vicki had known was a mad scientist throttling her with that long, bent metal shelf.

Now feeling a touch on her shoulder, she waited until she could get a brief sense of position and she reacted on instinct alone. Just as Christopher's hands were coming down to her head, Vicki jerked up, her right had in a fist to give a vicious right cross in the direction of Crowley's chin. She panted hard, body in over drive once more as she instinctively prepared for a fight. Once through the punch she scrambled backwards, fingertips trying to reach for her gun tucked in the back of her pants.