Flashpoint's going to assume her audio is glitchy because there's no way that was Deadlock singing. In fact for several moments there's no movement from her at all, save the downward drift of the gun muzzle and the twitch of one of her optics.

S-she must be hallucinating now, right? That attack did something to her. She must be imagining this. Flashpoint's so stunned she doesn't even get to secretly appreciate that startling good view of his aft before it's gone. There's a part of her subprocessor that's huffing indignantly at his assessment of her weapons stash, but the rest of her is just trying to figure out what the frag is even going on.

"What. What are you doing here? Aside from pawing at all my munitions?" Huff. She's not going to admit that they don't always get out back properly, because she sometimes grabs for them in the middle of the night, just for reassurance that they're there. It's not like she has nightmares or anything.