When the gun turns on Dina, Malia's face goes from amiable but determined to purely pissed off. Her lip curls in a snarl, one she had gotten from her father, and she squares her shoulders, gripping her phone in her hand. "Wrong move." She doesn't even bother to glance away. "Dina, honey? Close your eyes."

Because this isn't going to be pretty. She can already hear the thwack! of one of Allison's Chinese ring daggers burying itself in Ray's gun shoulder. Malia then took that as her cue once he was distracted, moving quickly to grab the gun, twisting it out of his hand with a bit of wolf strength, before backhanding Chuck across the face and reaching for Dina to pull her away.