Taleste stooped in her tracks, and raised her hands above her head. There was a gun pointed at her. If she ran, she might get shot. Still, if it was a cop, or security, they'd want her alive if preferable, and would hesitate. If it wasn't a cop, complying might be the lesser of two evils. She kept her hands above her head, but spaced her feet out, ready to sprint.

"Are you a cop? You don't look like a cop. Please say you're not a cop."