Her expression, what was left of it, disappeared aside from annoyance, hand still extended, it didn't move mostly because the gun didn't feel like a simple piece of metal. There was enchantment of some kind though nothing she recognized there. "I am not yours to order." She replied, voice cool, a sharp ozoney tang of anger in it, "and I will not be held against my will. Do you have a plan, or did you truly expect me to become a statue for you?"

Her eyes slowly lift again from the gun, to what appears to be another of herself behind him. Mirroring her gesture, her voice not actually an echo but a double of the one in front of him.