You die.

A car drives past, and several rounds are fired off into the restaurant, aiming for Noir.  They seem to duck instictively.  Lacking proper instincts to duck in time, you are still sitting up in your chair when you catch a round in the chest.

Kirika wonders for a moment what kind of person you were, and whether you liked kitties.  Mireille is glad that the business was already finished, and is already trying to figure out who shot at them.  She glances your way only once to confirm that you're a goner, and thinks, at least you will get a gravestone.