"Wow," she says. "I really don't know what to say."
"I --"
"Shut up," she says, and you do. "I thought you were a friend, but it turns out you're just a creepy pervert. Maybe -- maybe -- if you'd asked first...but you didn't give a damn about my feelings, now, did you? Jerk."
You're more than a little queasy as this mountain of a woman dresses you down. "I'm sorry," you say.
"Sorry? Oh, that's great. No, you will be sorry."
This is not going particularly well for you, and you're going to have to figure some way out of the situation before things get very bad. You have the gun, and clearly, you're going to have to use it. But how?