She screamed when he crashed through the ceiling, and she swung the fire extinguisher - and thankfully either she missed or he moved because it left a dent in the wall the size of a bowling ball. Still, the spray of blood from the raptor came at the same time that her brain caught up with him, and she's down, she's down and then pushing herself back up when he's in front of her. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."

She's pale, and covered in the blood splatter, but she's got all her parts attached and all the buttons are green. "Power's on," she says, and she's nodding to herself. "There's two down here," she said thickly. "At least."