Not well.

4+1+0 Tough = 5 - miss. Ali marks experience…

Ali squeezes off a couple of shots, the gunfire echoing off the walls of the alleyway. The creature—woman?—creature shoves forward, pushing Daisy against the wall and yanking away from her to face Ali. As it turns its human-seeming head Daisy gasps, coughing as a mess of white, filament-like tendrils rip their way free of her throat. She collapses to the floor, coughing and clutching her chest. Ali gags at the sight, but before she can refocus her aim the woman-thing turns and reaches toward her, white tendrils whipping through the air. Before Ali can move, they wrap around her, grabbing her arms. She lets out a yell and struggles, but nothing is working—until the thing sitting under shirt in the center of her chest flares with white-hot heat, and the woman shrieks. The tendrils retreat, throwing Ali back as they do, and she tumbles across the ground. The thing under her shirt goes cold and dead, its power extended, as the woman-thing hisses, flesh rippling and changing… Ali fails and takes 1 Harm from the creature’s attack! (Would be 2 but she has 1-armor) Harm Move: She falls to the ground!

Inside the bar, Mike and Daryl look up sharply. "What the hell was that?" Mike asks."Sounded like gunshots," Daryl says with a frown.

"Fuck!" Mike hauls himself up over the bar, groping around on its underside. "Do you have - anywhere - some kind of - aha!!" He grasps a baseball bat and, jerking it from its pegs, drops down from the bar and starts dashing toward the back.

"Hey, kid! Wait!!" Daryl calls, following him. "You can't just go - if someone out there's got a gun, you gotta - whoa, fuck! WHAT THE HELL?!"

As they spill into the alley, Daryl and Mike are confronted by a terrifying sight: Ali, curled on the ground at one end of the alley, is starting to roll to her feet, while Daisy remains collapsed against the wall. Between them stands the woman in blue - or what looks like her. But her flesh is rippling and changing, as though it were covered with thousands of tiny, moving scales as the white tendrils from her hand withdraw towards her again. She turns her face to the newcomers with a snarl, and Mike lets out a yell.

"Get away from them!!" He charges the short distance through the alley and swings the bat at her head.