All he gets in response is her struggle to breathe. Her labored, hot breath brushing his mouth once he's close enough; her face warped by the excruciating pain. It's enough to prevent her from fighting him off and she doesn't at first, too focused on trying to remain conscious. And without her gun, her defenses weren't nearly as strong against Vicious.

She notices the mark on his cheek from the shot, wishing her luck had been better and she had struck something more vital instead. She grits her teeth and narrows her eyes. Calling for Spike was the last thing she wanted to do. Even as she stood there, choking, and at risk of dying at the hands of this lunatic.

Unwilling to do as he says, she'll continue to struggle, but with what strength she can still manage to muster, she quickly brings both hands up and shoves both of her thumbs into his eyes.