Sounsyy would inevitably get struck by the arrow... in her good shoulder. Which would trigger a violent string of cursing and staggering unsteadily about the room as she tried to decide whether to pull the arrow out or not. Something to the effect of: "Godsdamned swiven scrag wit shite fer aiming just looses his swiven bolt. Ahh! Seven Hells that smarts like scrag's breath. Damned it all this bottle's as good as wasted." Etc etc.
Upon which she'll conclude the best course of action is to secure the arrow shaft with one hand and douse the wound in what alcohol is left in whatever bottle she's carrying, bringing on a new slew of insults and curses directed at the gods, and projectiles, and what a shite city she's in. After hobbling about a bit and generally being very angry, the fear of dying such a worthless death will start to set in and she'll likely retire to a safer location with a new bottle of liquor. Arrow still sticking out of her shoulder until she can find something or someone who knows what to do with it.
Upon which she'll conclude the best course of action is to secure the arrow shaft with one hand and douse the wound in what alcohol is left in whatever bottle she's carrying, bringing on a new slew of insults and curses directed at the gods, and projectiles, and what a shite city she's in. After hobbling about a bit and generally being very angry, the fear of dying such a worthless death will start to set in and she'll likely retire to a safer location with a new bottle of liquor. Arrow still sticking out of her shoulder until she can find something or someone who knows what to do with it.
