Pull the trigger.

You decide to just aim at your chest and, with trembling hands, pull the trigger.

CLICK!
Your heart lifts with that one sound and you sigh loudly, sinking down into your chair, "Here you go, Natsuki." You shoot her a smile, "Good luck."
"Ha! D-don't get cocky just cause you have luck, {first_name}!" Natsuki swaps the gun from your hand and points at her leg, where the fabric of her skirt is.