Sera Brenden fails to stop or slow the bullets, but does manage, at the very least, to avoid garnering any more paradox. She remains on the ground, gritting her teeth. She could leave--she could try to go to the umbra. She has no weapons... She can't very well help her acquaintance. Experiencing such stress, the lights in the immediately vicinity dim slightly, wavering back into brightness before they outright explode, showering sparks over the Technocrat where he stands under the laundromat awning, and near them, as they're near a streetlight. Shouts of surprise come from nearby establishments.