The burn crews were too late.

No sooner did the first goon radio for backup and begin taking pot shots, Grace emerges from the remnants of Bug Friend (a quick kiss of goodnight before going), the "handgun" taking too long, she opted to simply reach for a custom suppressed Mac-10 jammed in the many folds of bugflesh like some strange body mod... Up it goes, fast as lightning and fires a fresh stream of rounds at the goon in the doorway (the trick is to seal the gun with cheap wax to avoid having the gunk jam the gun), who vanishes into the dark. They're coming now, shouts and buzzing radios... So Grace gets her proper handguns ready and begins wondering how the hell she's gonna get out of this mess....