The Inverter: A turnabout

As Monique reached for her Inverter gun, the stylish young primadonna snapped her heel down square against the rude jaywalkers hand. "Eeep." Monique squeeled, unable to retrieve it. Instead her more fortunate guest picked it up and shoved Monique aside. "What's this, some sort of toy?" She said with a haughty jest. "Well than, let's see what this womanchild plays at." With a devious smirk, she pointed the gun at Monique and 'pretended' to pull the trigger mockingly. "Wait, no don-" A fizzling zap went out, and suddenly none of Monique's protests mattered any longer. Even to herself.