Flashpoint knows why she's here: Boredom. The change of scenery is nice; she's not exactly used to sticking in one place. And wow, this place is pretty wild compared to the fleet or anywhere else she's been in the past few million years. The carnival reminds her of things Flashpoint saw from a distance on Earth, but that's as close as her experience gets.

And for a second she's not sure what that fuzzy rainbow monstrosity is coming towards her. Except it's apparently got Deadlock's legs. So either he's been consumed by a mutant plush monster or....yeah, no, she has no idea what that's about.

But hey, lack of knowledge never stopped ridicule!

"Make way!" she shouts, "Forklift of prizes coming through!" If she was really feeling terrible, she'd make that obnoxious back-up beep noise too.