She had been switching outfits when the explosion rocked the building, rocking the stall she had been changing in and making Rozalin squeak with fear and clutch at the clothes lest the jumping walls collapse and leave her exposed. When that did not transpire, she finished pulling on the outfit she had just pulled (at least it was coherent) and ran outside to have a look.

She saw a woman, rough and grinning. Holding a handgun-she'd used a handgun, yes, but nothing so fine as that. Neither in destructive potential or craftsmanship. Cautiously, she approached King and peered down the hole. "Is everything all right? Or...better than all right?"