Ashton dropped his weapon and clutched his foot in pain, though surprisingly made very little sound save for a pained grunt. It hadn't been the first time he'd been shot, but that hardly changed the fact that it fucking HURT whenever it happened. The man watched the bandit holding the grenade carefully, there was a way out of this, he just needed to figure it out without getting messed up worse than he already was. For now, Ashton complied, slipping down onto his stomach, but not before making sure his pistol was tucked under him in an effort to keep it out of sight.