You think for a moment about your options and ultimately decide to lean over the counter and grab the girl's phone out of her hands. You do so easily, catching her unaware, and make a run for the door. As you dash away, the cashier reaches under the counter, and pulls out an unwieldly chrome revolver, and levels it at you (they've had trouble with crime in the past, perhaps?). You don't get to appreciate the beauty of the weapon, however, as the young woman doesn't hesitate to immediately unload a bullet in your back to save her cell phone.