Rolling her eyes, Zatanna frowns. Sweetcheeks. Honestly! Who does this idiot think he is? That's so demeaning and she's trying to be nice, here. It's not like she actually wants this mission she's been saddled with. She moves forward again but stops short again because the echo is so heavy in the empty space that she honestly can't pinpoint the source. The last thing she needs is to make a move in the wrong direction. Even if she doesn't catch him, that's whatever; she's more concerned with the idea that he might, too, have a laser gun. She's not exactly whelmed at the idea of him evening the score. Zee likes to be a step ahead whenever possible, so this whole situation is becoming increasingly frustrating.

"I would really rather not, if it's all the same to you," she calls out, looking around, trying to catch some movement of a shadow in the little slivers of light that are littering the place. "I don't really like guns all that much." Mostly because she never needs to use them and they're not a comfortable fallback from magic.