She's never seen anything like it before. Molly doesn't know if that makes it better or worse, easier or harder to look at than the copies of Lee they'd seen earlier, bodies left behind them now. Certainly it looks a hell of a lot scarier, but that might help them, as long as it doesn't get too close. She has no intention of letting it. This isn't like the last time she was in this place, scared and helpless and running for dear fucking life to the same church that they're making their way to now. Whether it's because she knows what's going on this time around, or because everything else that's happened hasn't sunk in yet, or, hell, simply because she's armed now, she doesn't know, but something keeps her surprisingly steady as she watches the thing move, trying to follow both where it is and where it will be.

Kara says something, but Molly only half-hears it, already lifting her gun, trying to remember in the span of the time it takes her to do so everything Andrea taught her. She's fired at targets countless times. There's no reason for this to be any different. It's with that in mind that she doesn't hesitate to take aim and shoot. The bullet hits its body, and the creature slows, its movements more erratic, legs twitching, like a bug that's been stepped on but isn't quite dead. The second shot, fired just a moment later, stops it.

Her arm falling to her side again, she takes a deep breath, expression even. It would have been easy enough to let Lee or Kara take care of this, but even now, after everything that's already happened, she's determined not to be dead weight, someone useless, only to be looked out for. This may not be exactly what she had in mind when she she started learning how to protect herself, but it's as good a time as any to put that into practice. "Come on," she says, sounding distant but calm. "Before we run into anything else."