Her response... was to drop her gun. In a shootout that's very rarely the right call. Disarming herself. However a shield like she was planning needed both hands to work. She threw her hands forward, a field of discs forming, curved to shape the explosion from the glitterbomb.

Towards Lyle's face.

And the shield was close enough he'd have a hard time getting out of the way, "Yeah, yeah I think so."