Don't nice guy me, asshhole. You know, the puppies aren't about to fool anyone. Well, maybe an idiot - speaking of idiots...

[Fiona walked over to Jack, fully intending to point her gun in his face. Because, let's face it, when a guy threatens to riddle you with bullets, you don't let him off easy the next time you see him. She stopped inches from where he sat on the ground and pointed her finger at him, jerking her right arm so that the pistol would slide into position.]

I know you and Rhys were working together. Where is he?

[Only nothing happened. She tried again with the same result. Stepping away, she patted the arm of her jacket and was shocked to find that her gun wasn't jammed - it wasn't there at all.]